Remember when we would sit up all night just so that the world looked it's funniest? One-word stories and bottles of Jolt? Remember how we'd head to the playground to swing on the nights of the full moon? There was that one night we locked the keys in the truck and had to get that guy to break in.
One of my favorite memories was the night we were walking home real late. The town was silent and it was snowing big flakes but it was so warm out that water was running down the street and the sky was red. We stood at the bottom of the hill and talked how great the last few months had been. The three of us were inseparable. We shared the tears but even more so the laughter. We'd head out crammed in the cab of the pick up.
I remember the night I knew we were never going to be the same again. I sat on the deck in the dark. Your dog who never cared for me came to sit with me. I guess he knew that that moment was one of the loneliest.
Eight years have passed since we last sat around a campfire. We all knew it was the last time we'd be together but none of us said it.

It was.

Remember how we used to think we'd always be together? I don't think I was ever so naive to think that people don't change and grow apart. But in those days I needed to hold to that hope however false.
I still feel the aching desire to find a swing whenever the moon is full.
You were the best friends I ever had in my life. I wish you well.

SDS 2000