Walking and Talking

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. 

Talking. 

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. 

And talking.

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.