Remember Me

The boy was cute. He was cute and he was in a relationship with my friend. I knew her in the 8th grade, we had a class together and I used to try and keep her bitchiness with others in check. I saw him a couple times with her. He had spiked blonde hair, blue-green eyes, he was tall, had his tongue pierced and wore black clothes.

After 8th grade, my mom bought a house in a new neighborhood. I soon discovered the boy lived two houses down from me. We became friends. Time passed and he was dating another friend of mine. This didn’t stop us from being horny teens.

We tried dating before I decided to go off to college. He was far gone into partying and we began to fight. I missed just hanging out, talking shit as he played x-box and we smoked pot. I went to college, he moved out of the state.

We reconnected a few months ago. He’s going through some shit. I may see him next weekend. He thinks I still talk to people we knew when we were punk kids. He is constantly telling me not to let his business out. Little does he know, I have no one to tell. He’s always had issues with trusting.

He was white-boy wasted when he shared this song with me, but I kinda cherish it anyway.

The Trapeze Swinger

Please, remember me
I heard from someone you’re still pretty
And then
They went on to say
That the pearly gates
Had some eloquent graffiti
Like ‘We’ll meet again’
And ‘Fuck the man’
And ‘Tell my mother not to worry’
And angels with their gray
Were always done in such a hurry

That is just a piece of the pretty long, but beautifully done song. I would never have imagined the boy listening to bands like Iron&Wine, but he never fails to surprise me.

Photo by Matteo Catanese on Unsplash

No copyright infringement intended. Song lyrics belong to the band Iron&Wine.