• Do you remember?
    That day we raced across the street, I never won a race against you, but that day I did.

    Ten years ago on that fateful day, I won a race and wished I hadn't. I'm unsure of why or how, but looking back, I wish I hadn't won that race.

    That day, bright and blue, the skies held no cloud, only endless possibilities for our childhoods which seemed so destined to bloom. The wind blew softly, sweetly on that day, that day which seemed as though it would never end.

    Our path seemed one in the same, Fred, but we seem to have parted, I've made new friends above ground, and you've made new friends below. Mine are more talkative than yours. This day is the same as that day, each day has been the same as when we were so young. I remember that day, that day which seemed to go on forever and I wished it had ended after our race.

    I had wished it were all a dream, though i didn't truly understand what had happened, I understood well enough.

    That day, Fred, that day we remember I know you remember the same as I; I know you would have it be as it was, though I had wished it changed.

    That ever twisting shadow in my mind, the vague semblance of memories long gone and in an array of torment I see such a visage not torn from vaguely share memories but one of my own.

    That day, dear friend of mine, your voice rang out in what little there was to ring, your bell was gone, but you were still there, I could tell you were, you couldn't cool me.

    Your eyes darted to mine and I saw what you were, that horrible image you never showed, I saw it all too clearly. You were weak. I hated you and held you and cursed you and loved you, but you were weak all the same. I wept at your procession, the only one I let tears fall upon, you looked as beautiful as the sun that day, that fateful day.

    And as they carried you off to meet your new friends, you so gladly left, ever smiling that smile of yours, that smile which lifted the clouds each day, and drove them away as the sheep they were.

    They carried you to that place, that place you've long since reached before me.

    And still when I think back on that day my fondest memory of you is the race that I won too early in our childhood.