Goodbye Dear Friend.

A classmate told me that you died.  I can’t believe it’s true.

We talked and laughed the other day, neither of us blue.

Our graduation picture still seems so clear and new.

It seems like only yesterday – doesn’t it to you?

We sailed the Hudson River on Senior Day in May.

It was a million years ago but on this very day.

Our paths had crossed in Paris as well as other places.

That restaurant with the open sky and all those gleeful faces.

Remember all those talks we had – summoning the past?

The friendship and respect we held I knew would always last.

As you travel on that road dear friend, there’s one thing I repeat.

Always try to keep in touch and please save me a seat.