Remember this for me,
The sweet and familiar scent of summers spent together
by the pool, or at the lake with old friends
And new family we made belong together-
not reliving the loss of it.
That was us.
Or the times spent outside where we laid out
on the deck by the woods and the musky scent
of Texas wildflowers, and along the way
Laid out a path where we'd always be friends
as we were blood.
And the rare moments where we ran together
through the Texas snow, constructing
A snowman with a muddied body covered in loose grass and twigs
and as always laughed and fought and loved.
And that together we constructed
a past that forgot-
That certain coming of age we each knew, that brought
me to leave you aside for friends.
Or that I constantly dreamed of being somewhere else
across the great lake and just knew of a place that brought
in the wake of adventure all the capabilities of youth.
At first your dreams I never knew.
And I had to learn
as we grew together not to call you names through your tears
and not mine.
That it took me awhile to learn how to cry
at all for anyone but myself.
But you were always mine
to look after no matter the bitterness,
when you thought
I wasn't watching.
And I never forgot.