Emily

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. 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.