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What to expect from those we have loved since  we were children,

how to coin a phrase of childhood expectations of future,

we pass the rocks and our sails flap in time forged winds,

we played and now we live alone, aside the time that passes,

you were my brothers and now my memories,

the trees we climbed and the stones we threw at panes adjacent the train tracks,

BMX’s and broken arms full of grazed knees and chocolate milk,

 a peanut butter sandwich and your mothers sweet smile for all of us.

the days of endless rides, and the beach floor so hot,

a childhood of all the sweet everything, and everything becoming so complicated,

dreams die, and memories fade, but when i am at the door i shall knock louder if i remember your address far away,

kids we were, and we should never forget.