a skateboard rolling down the road
simple things, lovely- old.
reminds me
of you & I
times we've smile
and many we've cried.
A little piece of my heart,
of past,
present,
and future.
To my ears you are a song,
to my wounds, a suture.
I see a man, with the eyes of a child I'd once known
years doubled over, past
and look how we've grown.
bitter-sweet memories
written down for you to see
*but, I know you already know.
Oh its just that best friend I have ...yknow