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He said he loved me; I don't remember, while we were in junior
high. He said we met around September, soon after, we said
good-bye.
On the rocks that day I played, was when I caught his eye, I
wrack my brain up till this day and still memories deny.
He moved away not too soon after, down to the sunny south. His
love for me was set in plaster; his letters did so tout.
He came back home years afterwards when we were all grown up. We
met again; love rushed forward, that love much like a pup's.
We took a ride on his new bike up to the New York mountains. I
realized then it was just like; for him I felt most certain.
I told him then that day we rode the feelings were not there. He
took it well, he felt he owed me; it was only fair.
The Army called us both that year, we again went separate ways.
For years the silence bothered me; our parting of the ways.
Then an ad in the Army Times caught another friend's eyes. That
feeling in my heart- sublime! the boundary was the skies.
There was Angel's ad for me, that day in the control tower. He'd
looked for me overseas; our friendship was not sour!
I got in touch, alas- he'd gone to serve in other lands. For
months I'd searched both here and yon, contact was out of my
hands.
Again, years passed and there he was, he'd shown up in New York;
civilians now, he'd looked me up that night, long was our talk.
Occasionally, I'll hear from him right now he's in Iraq. This
time it won't be on a whim to say "I missed You!" when he's
back.
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