We grew up together, he and I…and recently he appeared within my thoughts
for I kept growing have had a full life…but he…well, he did not.
He died when we were young…to young…certainly too young to die…
He died before he got the chance to live…before I had the chance to say goodbye.
Before he had the chance to experience all the wonders that were due him
Before I had the chance to thank him…in the short time that I knew him.
To thank him for his friendship, before his world went numb
For helping me be the person I was back then…and the person I have become.
Everyone who crosses our paths impacts us is like a shining star
glowing, if even for short while, and influencing who we are.
I remember once we were playing with matches when our plans when a little haywire
and the open field across the street from his house…
well…we set the whole thing of fire.
No one was hurt, nothing damaged…but we both caught a lot of grief…
You see his father wasn’t just his father…he was our city’s fire chief.
Perhaps there are better examples…that if I searched my memories I could find
but for whatever reason this is the first memory that popped into my mind.
It reminds me of a time we were young and innocent …before the time he died…
When making mistakes was easier…with a friend right by your side.
Perhaps that’s why I remembered this moment
because, before his life would end,
he taught me a most important lesson…
how to be a friend.
Perhaps that’s what memories do…
they allow us to remember the who, the how…the why
so even when a friends is gone…
we don’t have to say goodbye.
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