Celebrated Summer

The beauty and confusion that lingers in my dreamlike memories. Being delegated to a parking lot with my newly acquired situational friends. A grey summer day, 1981. While moms did mom things in a small suburban church. We played soccer in the parking lot. A blurry memory that haunts me.

You and I in our 40s now, dealing with our demons. Yours malignant enough to end you, by you.

If I could have just screamed at you that day, “ Please be careful! You are going to hurt so bad and no one will be able to fix the pain!”.

Just a soccer ball, long dirt road, empty parking lot and handful of kids. We barely knew each other then.

I will miss you so much.

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