Exeunt.
"Those were the best of time, those were the worst of times."
How many times have we used words like that?
To get a reply, to get a recognition?
To make people think you were clever?
It's been too long since I've known you.
It's been too long since I actually knew you.
But knew isn't the same as knowing and not knowing isn't a new excuse by a long shot.
Ignorance ain't bliss.
Times like this make us remember the importance of separation in life.
It's been weeks. It would be months. It will be years.
Time passes and we forget.
Some of us forget completely. Some not so much.
We were all changed, for better or for worse.
Eight years old and four foot ten.
Nine years old and five foot one.
We laughed and talked. Childhood innocence brimming.
We didn't know what would happen just ten years down the line.
What we know was that those were awesome times.
What we knew was that we were best friends for two short years.
And it's no new news that knowing nothing means we knew no thing that let us keep it.
It's the most important thing to a kid of eight, a kid of nine.
The thing that makes all children precious, innocent.
Our innate ability to stay children forever, lost in the vicissitudes of time.
The ability that lets us do anything, be anything that we wanted.
Our invincibility.
It's a cruel fate bestowed upon those cast aside and left to burn.
Ripping the wings off of innocence itself.
We weren't so much.
We were like nothing.
But for two short, short years, we flew together, flapping those wings of innocence.
How long it's been since those wings disappeared.
And our friendship, faded.
Now you're gone, and we're not so invincible anymore.
But we've had a good run, I'm sure.
From the great schoolyard cooties to the great schoolyard dramas,
we've had the best of times.
And I'm glad to say they were never the worst of any.
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This was belated, but I've never gotten down to really thinking about it. It's a 2 minute spoken word. You can make it out to be a eulogy, although I'm sure he wouldn't want or need me to speak. Silence is where I'm at now, and it's in this fashion that I'll continue to remember everything by.
And the wind brought Clive @ 10:17 AM
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