WHY

Why

Growing up we played until our bodies would tire.

We went everywhere, always getting into all sorts of trouble.

Laughed, cried, and fought…all in innocence.

How I miss the days when all was easy, not a worry.

We planned our after school activities…

Couldn’t wait to get home.

Our hearts were pure and joyful.

Grew up and went our separate ways, to start our lives, and families.

Lost touch and all we had were memories …

Years of separation

Decided to call…never forgot your number.

Only a few cities away,

Wanted to catch up,

See how you were…

Hang out as men

Drink a few drinks in our honor…

Never had the chance.

The phone rang, your mom answered,

I asked for you…she began to cry,

I couldn’t understand why.

Could not image why she hesitated to pass the phone to you.

At first I thought you moved again.

I began to choke up; I was at a loss for words.

After ten years, if not more,

I thought I was going to be able to catch up on old times,

Instead I find out that four years ago you parted…could not believe it …

How can I still be here and you’re not

We still had much growing up.

I wanted to pick up where we left off

How can this be fair…I thought.

I tried hard to keep it together. Holding back the tears

Four years ago you passed away…it took me more than four years to call you…why!

All I can say is that I’m ashamed of this…

We shared many moments together…I just wish I could’ve of called sooner…my best friend, I’m sorry for not being there for you. In your time of need.

I hope you can forgive me…for It’s hard to forget what we had as kids

May You Rest in Peace.

By Oz Camarena