Your name is constant, on our lips and in our stories, always
on our minds.
about the time you rode a bike standing up on the seat
and you were only five;
and when you stole the gum and were the neighborhood hero
until we busted you and made you take it back and apologize;
about the time you climbed the log walls to get to the cookie jar
and when you took that exchange student to the homecoming dance
because she needed a date and was too shy to go alone.
You are always here, always in our stories and on our minds,
in our hearts and every day
we think of you and speak of you
and miss you more
with every passing day.