We used to dance to the sounds of our youth but I haven't heard that song in a while and it seems that I have forgotten all the moves.
We used to roll our car windows down until they no longer existed and we would sing loud enough for the wind to hear, as if the wind could even hear at all.
We used to walk the red clay trail leading to the convenient store. We'd push each other round in tiny metal carts and play our childish games to the sound of elevator music.
But now the store is no longer open for business, and those tiny metal carts have been placed somewhere else. The car windows are resting in a motor infested park and the wind has blown our echoes away.
A time not too long ago but long enough to allow things to change. The memories still exist and the songs still published but that moment in time will never come back. It seems so strange that you used to know me like all the words to your favorite Bob Dylan song because now you have a new song for a new friend. And now I stand years away from you with those dusty songs that you haven't listened to in years thinking about the things we used to do.