Remember.

I have this memory of running up the stairs of a now demolished heritage building (bar) in the town I grew up in. I remember the walls, rough and dirty even then. The sour remnants of stale alcohol and the musky smell of a thousand travelers. I remember light streaming down through a window illuminating dust particles as we dashed upwards and the tangible feeling of being completely happy racing at your heels.

Friend who is no longer a friend.

It's been nearly 15 years since I thought of you.

I used to be extremely gifted at changing the words to familiar songs to fit the situation or thing that we were doing. I actually used to do that all the time. I used to sing all the time. I was singing as we ran, I don't remember what.

Now I just think a lot.

I've followed so many people who lead me places that brought to the present that it's hard to forgive those people of the past for not being with me here in my present. Even harder to forget.

So now I'm carrying you with me up new stairs in new buildings. You ride in the back of my mind.