Pop open another ginger ale—
Golden and bright,
Effervescent like high school love,
Friendship paraded on the beach—
You in long shorts and bikini top,
While I can’t recall what I wore,
Or if I was even there,
Because my memory is you,
Only you.
We will never be as young
As we were then.
And you will never grow old
As I will. As I will
Keep a list of everything new
You would have loved
If you had not died and
I drink it in
To soothe my aching heart
Like ginger ale.
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