It was a solemn day today, knowing that the memorial,
celebration, for a childhood friend was going to close another phase of our
lives. No more going back, changing
things, re-arranging things, correcting misunderstandings. Time ran out to make things right, apologize,
compliment, or just plain say those three words to tell you how I really feel. No more explaining that all the mistakes made
were mere learning tools, steppingstones to a better understanding of each
other, the world, humanity. They were just
lessons that will hopefully take us all to a better place. Well, you’re now at that better place and I’m
still here, going over those lessons and misunderstandings and all, wishing I
could have picked up that phone and talked to you one last time. Just one more time.
Damn this thing called death.
if not for winter
we could not enjoy
the spring
dust in the wind
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