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Not Past nor Present nor Future I sit here dreaming that you are beside me, that you are here to share with me whatever may come to pass. I sit here imagining a scene in which we are together, laughing and smiling, talking and debating. As we sit here, my mind wanders, you ask me what is wrong. How do I tell you? What do I say? Now that I sit here with you beside me, and my dreams have been fulfilled I wish I am somewhere else. I am at camp on the eve of July 25, and I am dancing with my grandfather one last time. I am down at the canteen, and Grandpa is sneaking me the last of the Popsicles from Grandma’s freezer. I am back home, it is early in the morning, and the seven teenagers gathered are just falling asleep when someone yells “Michael Jackson!”. I am with Tara, Ali, and Reena and we are all walking around, balancing dinosaurs on our heads. I am with Ash and Matt and Tara and as we walk back from swimming the frustrated male hormones force Matt to scream ‘PMS’. I am sitting on the lowest branch of my tree listening to the birds sing and forgetting my problems. I am at Court’s house, and the 9 of us are gathered around all singing the same song, all caught up in the moment of joy. I am at Grad, and as the last true minutes of ATM’s being flow by, we are outside in the rain, our shoes sit somewhere – lost, our smile shine bright on our faces. I look in your blue eyes, and I am with you, but not here on the edge of nowhere, we are at the lookout above Rattlesnake Point holding each other close in fear of falling. I wish that all of these memories I could share with you. I could live them again.
*nods and agrees* as usual, I am agreeing with others. Namely Lex, since he is the only one that has posted so far..... memories memories. They come back over and over, more and more often of late. They repeat, and call, beckon you back to simpler times, when the biggest thing you had to worry about was whether you had enough money to pay the boy on the bicycle for an ice cream. Moves and plans, changes to plans, redoing of plans, friends, gained and lost, helped and let to slip away. People all, but somehow simpler than what we have now.
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