if u don’t get my love for harry potter im sorry but we will neville be friends
I drove to Lake Mary and followed your footsteps out beyond the dam to the pier where I’d always find you sitting, sandals kicked off, legs swinging over the edge.
I half hoped that I would find you there, all bright blue-green smiling eyes and that wild Wyoming hair you could never quite tame. You’d toss your hair out of your face and grin that ‘it’s about damn time’ grin at me, and I would sit quietly next to you with our heads leaned close together as we listened to the coyotes and the ravens raise their call, each to each.
It’s stupid, I know. Your footsteps have been washed away by a thousand monsoon rains by now. Your pealing laugh hasn’t echoed through these canyon walls in years. I went out to the shore looking for some piece of you to carry back with me, some sign you may have left for me to follow.
I know you’re long gone, but being back in this town, in the deep purple light of this monsoon cloud evening, I would give anything in this world to see your face for five more minutes.
I miss you every day. I hope you know how much I love you, forever and ever.