The calls came late in the evening and very early morning
An old friend gone, and then another
Half a continent apart
Joined only by memories
Echoes of music and laughter
Terry, my first friend in second grade
Holding hands in the playground
Exploring the mysteries of WLA on bikes;
Bill singing folk tunes in high school
Kingston Trio, Brothers Four
Then later sharing a room in Reno
Where we both got drafted on the same day.
Such memories weave together to make a life, a boyhood of brothers.
Such were the hearts that sang the joy of my youth with me.
Such is this sadness to know they are gone
And such is the sweetness of their memory.