As published in Inspire a Fire – June 10, 2013.
I did it again tonight.
I went looking for you. Well, at least the faint outlines of your footprints.
I found the street you used to live on and tried to figure out which house it was. I wandered. And wondered.
I knew you lived in one of the upstairs apartments on Observatory Drive. I searched the older houses, the ones that may have been there almost 50 years ago. From the street, I gazed into the upper windows, and pictured you watching, waiting, waving. Was it a front entrance up the side or would you come running from the back yard? I assume you would be wearing dark pants and a white dress shirt; the ones from the pictures. You should be over 70 by now, but I just can’t see you that way. So I guess you will still be 27. Eternally 27.