From the Nineties

something remembered

Richard, Kendell, and I went for a walk today to this spot around the dam of the creek to watch the sunset. We walked back alongside the creek, and close to my house was a big concrete entrance or drain. It almost resembled a boat ramp, but boats were surely not allowed in Rock Creek. It was huge, like something skate boarders would nut over. It was getting dark and we were running from side to side, up and down; like we used to do in the ditch next to my mom’s in Arkansas.

We got tired and laid down on the cool concrete and watched it grow completely dark. There were stars visible, and it was so beautiful we laid there for so long just staring at the sky, all with the same thoughts running though our heads. …

( Everyone knowing these are the days, the finale, only soon to be memories, never to return. These days of our lives are quickly coming to an end. We will all go our separate ways. No matter what we say or dream these are our last days together. Nothing will keep us from enjoying these last days. I see so much taking place around me and wonder am I, are we, the only ones who can see it?)

And then Richard said, “Will it ever be like this again?”

And we all three knew the answer was No.

And we three held each other and cried.

We will always hold on to the memories of today. That moment is frozen in time for all three of us, I know.

Excerpt 02.01.1998