"these will all be memories one day"
she said as we sat on the corner of
the old middle school.  
"one day we wont remember this day,
we wont remember sitting here on
this September day." her voice got
quite when she looked down at the
fallen leaves.
"scary huh, that one day we won't
be in middle school only worrying
about what test was coming up and
who liked who."
i kept quite not saying a word,
"because non of those stupid
things matter, middle school
becomes high school, then
high school becomes life and
these will be memories."
she laughed this beautiful
laugh you could listen to forever
and she stood up and said
"lets go make these memories"