As I was drifting by,

little hands raised a blue ribbon,

to celebrate his sweet friend,

he was only wanting to remember

how much he cared for her,

how he loved her,

in that young child turning teen

sort of awkward stage.

He smiled as he rested the ribbon

in the middle of the

stop

sign and his nearby pal

understood why.

She was gone,

has been for far too long

already, in the manner of weeks,

and yet he will remember her,

cherish and love her spirit, again.

~

I thought of you,

my friend,

my pal,

the guy I thought so cool,

yet decades have passed,

in one fell swoop,

I see a child holding vigil

for another’s spirit.

I cried …

I thought of you.