Photo Album

I lift through the pages of this album and fly back to the times long gone, recalling times and hearing echoes of yesteryears that had faded away. I see the images of a boyhood friend foolishly making faces at the camera, wearing that trademark irritating grin pasted on his dark, handsome face. I hear the laughter of that funny man who could enliven the dreariest day, whose zest for living knew no equal that made him such a good company. A levelheaded man that buddy of mine, not once I saw him succumb to anger; his formula I tried so hard to figure out, maybe his zodiac? but we're both Virgo! My friend passed on while I was away, nary a chance to bid him a last goodbye; it is just as well so I may remember him only from the pages of this photo album than look at him, cold and stiff, in a box.