Sunday, March 14, 2010

what should I do with all the beers that I owe you??

I remember the smiles
And cheerful banter
I remember all the days of sunshine
and cracking up with tinkling laughter
I remember the times of tarot cards and reiki
Of crank calls and riding bikes
Of wisecracks and bad, BAD puns...
And Morse code swears
Of dancing and guitars
And Taichi and Deutsch
Of envious times of poring over Himalayan pictures
Of wishing “I were living his life”
Now – I just wish
you were alive.

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