I Remember

I remember that time I wrote him a song.

I remember doing it while trying to capture those fleeting experiences.

I remember the blue of his eyes and the way his laughter made everything wrong fade away.

I remember getting drunk and dancing with him on my rooftop in the dead heat of summer.

I remember that trip to that sculpture garden in Queens and how I thought the wind chimes looked like giant flowers growing out the dirt.

I remember the taste of that chocolate fudge cake he surprised me with while we were there because he remembered my birthday when nobody else did.

I remember the “locals” tour of the city he took me on in my silver 4Runner.

I remember the fantastic crusty old abandoned buildings he showed me with each one having its own story.

I remember the day I left in that same 4Runner.

I remember thinking I was going to make it through goodbye without crying (I never cry).

I remember being wrong about that.

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