This post is dedicated to my first best friend, Zachery.
I remember sandy blonde hair.
I remember your smile.
I think your eyes were blue,
But maybe they were gray.
What does a five-year-old notice?
I remember just walking around the playground.
We must have done that a lot.
What did we talk about?
I wish I could remember that.
We must have been a strange pair.
I don't remember playing with the other children.
Just the two of us walking.
You were my first best friend.
I still think about you sometimes.
It's been twenty years.
I wonder how things might have been different.
I don't remember how I reacted to the news.
I remember going to the visitation.
I remember your mother.
I remember driving by the cross at the intersection.
Every day on the way to school.
It's still there.
It still looks nice.
Sometimes there's a teddy bear.
Sometimes there's flowers.
I wonder how you would react to me now.
I got to grow up.
I have a little boy of my own.
I heard you had a little brother.
He'd be older than you now.
Does that make you feel weird?
No. You're probably just laughing about it.
I look forward to seeing you again.
I'm sure you've already found the best places to just walk.
We have a lot to talk about.