Good Friends, Good Times, Good Memories

Passed to me from a friend too loved to be forgotten

The photo was faded and blurry

A 110 instamatic, no doubt

Time re-wound

I was back in that place

On that day

Sitting beside my friend

Others cannot see beyond the young faces

Do not know what brought us to that place

At that time

Cold, exhausted, exhilarated

Happy, hopeful

Strong, proud

Bound eternally by youthful experiences

Holding the image

I can hear her laughter

Smell the fresh air clinging to her cloths

Remember her thoughts

I can feel the weightiness

Of jeans wet from snow

It was a great day

A great time

A great friend

I do not live in that place forever captured in grainy clarity

But it is a wonderful place to visit

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