I flip through the tombstones, searching for my childhood friend, the boy who had a crush on me at 13. If only I had known back then what was important I might have appreciated his secret notes in homeroom and checked yes instead of no. As it is now, I look back and remember how he made me feel. I have a photo, Mike in a Cowboys shirt and me in rebellious purple stripes, holding my jet black hair with my hands to look like a Mohawk.
He wasn’t with us long enough. Before we were out of our teens Mike was gone. It was an accident, but I have a feeling the boy who did it never forgave himself.
I wish I could tell Mike’s mother what he meant to me.
A kind soul
My friend
Who could see me
Even when I was invisible
How I needed that.
Almost 30 years later, I see him every now and then in a dream. In each of them he’s still 13, except this one with the tombstones. I search and I search. But I can’t find him among the dead.
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Would it have made any difference?
You probably said the right things at the right time. We're not superheros, just human beings. Usually we are given the knowledge we need at the time we need it.
Thank you for your comment.
Maybe I should try. I have friends who might be able to put us in touch.
A statement filled with hope.
What a sweet, sad memory.
Thanks for stopping by. :) It's good to "see" you.
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