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Remembrance

Remember how neither one of us could remember how we became friends. 
Remember the summers when we would hang out together all day long.
Remember the time you told the man in the McDonalds drive thru that I wanted his 
number.
Remember when we would just sit around and laugh at everything each other said. 
Remember how we set our halfway boundary to the pole in the middle of the field…
but you always seemed to move it closer to your house as we walked. 
Remember when we knocked on that window and it turned out to be the wrong one 
and we had to run and hide.
Remember the trip to Moody and we both rode in the backseat because we didn’t 
trust your Aunt’s driving.
Remember when we made the plans to visit the colleges together that each of us 
planned to attend after this year; Sam Houston for you and Angelo State for me. 
Remember when we sat on Santa Claus’s lap together even though we both were 
too old.
Remember when we didn’t use the word goodbye it was always “see ya lata.” 
Remember that party we went to and laughed forever on the way Craig acted. 
Remember how we used to use the Navarro mail to email each other.
Remember how we used to just sit in your car for hours just talking about our life 
and the plans we had made. 
Remember how you would almost knock my arm off when you laughed.
Remember when we said “best friends to the end.”
Remember when you told me when I ever need anything or just needed to talk, to 
call or come to you. 
Remember how I never got to say “see ya lata.”
Remember that day after Christmas when you left me. 
I remember the feeling of knowing that I will not be able to hear your laugh, voice, or 
sneeze.
I remember how I will never get to hear you say “Whatchu doin” even though you 
see exactly what I’m doing.
I remember how it hurts my heart when I think how I passed by your house on 
Christmas and something told me to stop but I didn’t. 
I remember that I never got to tell you Merry Christmas or Happy New Years. 
I remember how I kept calling your phone when they told me you were gone and 
you didn’t answer.
I remember that the hole in my heart is because my best friend is gone…and will 
never come back.

Copyright © Desiree Singleton | Year Posted 2011

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