thoughtful

Feb 27, 2008 23:34


she was not the first, nor was she the last
songs they play remind me of
her smile, her laugh, her tears
and sleeping on her borrowed bed.
passing lights from neighbors we didn't know
would find their way into our room
and paint her in tiger stripes
i wonder if she ever knew?
we cast away the little things
tattered toys and things of youth
books we've ( Read more... )

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stagefreaky February 28 2008, 18:22:44 UTC
I still read letters you made both in play and out. They make me smile along with all the little things you ever carved or left laying out, then forgot (which I scooped up and kept). I still look at them from time to time. The smiles are always warm.

I'm so glad you are my friend.

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stagefreaky February 28 2008, 18:23:33 UTC
This is beautiful, by the way.

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thomas_rhymer February 29 2008, 00:36:39 UTC
ty and same to you. yesterday had me a bit nostalgic. for some odd reason at toys r us they have had songs by the beatles (which basically any beatle song on their greatest hits reminds me of you and me singing and roadtripping) and Keane's somewhere only we know which always makes me think of our walks in the park by the river in knoxville.

speaking of carving, i've been actually working on a slate medallion to give you in play with a stylized sun on it. granted i'll be missing this month's event, but eh, its for a good cause. namely work and money. ;)

it makes me happy you've kept some of my work and they bring good memories to you.

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