We were so young, you and I.
I remember you playing ball,
standing mighty and tall
wishing I could only be
nearly as mighty and tall as thee.
I grew up and forgot about you.
Yet, still our lives were like two cars
racing into oblivion on an open-country road.
We took the turns a little too fast,
spinning out of control, forgetting our past.
Too wild to be saved,
until we found a way to stop.
Scathed though we were,
we walked from the fire.
After many years, I saw you again.
You laughed, saying how much I’d grown.
I laughed. How short you were, I’d never known.
All’s well that ends well, I thought.
Our battles had been truly well fought.
We were like phoenixes, you and I,
reborn anew, not ready to die.
Yet, Life has a way of having the final laugh
for here I sit and there you lie,
ever connected yet apart.
I guess your car was past time to restart.
RIP Reginald 1985-2014