Memory Lane

     In my closet, there is a bright orange shoebox. In this shoebox are mementos from all kinds of events and good memories in my life. One such piece of junk is my homecoming ticket from freshman year. It triggered my writing senses, because I write songs and stuff. That's what I do so there. Well, more like lyrics, but you get the point. Anyway, here it is:

When I see you

I walk down Memory Lane

And remember the good times we had

And a few of the bad

What idiots we've been

I hope you walk this road

And when you do, you'll see

There'll be me, I'm sure

It's all I can ask for

Just like I've done

All you'll do is stop and smile

Then move on

Because we know

Things can never be the same 

As they were in that memory

But may it be

That one of these days

We'll take that walk hand in hand

Just as good friends

And we'll watch our favorites, laugh at our worsts

Then continue down that road of memories

Because it's all we'll ever have

     Honestly, this describes just about every person I've ever known, but it came from one memory. This poem, song, whatever you want to call it, is what I hope for. That one day, I'll be able to look at all the memories I made with one person, and be okay with all of them, because I couldn't ask for anything better.