and on the passing of another friend...

and oh,

how we could've been great friends as adults.

but i just know that we picked on each other as kids

seventh grade pranks in uniform

tenth grade flirts

then loosing touch.

is this the fate of all those friends

the ones who i think i'll some day reconnect with

the ones who i wonder whatever happened to them

only to find out it's too late?

then remembering the others before

and family

and all that's left is remembering

and that was that.