Boy at the Park

There was a young boy that I met at the park
We became friends and played out until dark

We stomped in the streams, we talked about dreams

Our dirty faces, our unfastened shoe laces

A childhood together, we were rarely apart
Two kindred spirits, brothers at heart

But childhood ends and we drifted away,
My fault entirely, I could no longer play

Thirty years was too long to get back in touch,
We connected online, but we didn't say much

And I always imagined we would meet for a beer
But I left it too late and now we can't, you're not here.

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