Posts Tagged old friends

I Thought I was Alone

A few days ago, I posted a poem about the many people I’ve left behind as I steamrolled through life. The following is about one of them; true story—sad, but true. The thing is, we grow up thinking we’re the only ones going through what we’re going through, when there are others going through the same things. And we never even know it… or do we. Read the rest of this entry »

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Things I Thought Were Mine

Yesterday, I wrote about the many people I’ve left behind, then, unexpectedly, had conversations with four of them. The following is about one of them; true story—sad, but true. I’ll be seeing him, two of the other four, and hopefully more of my childhood pals in about a week, when I return to the scene of the crime… er, I mean my childhood. Please! Do not alert the authorities! Read the rest of this entry »

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