Wearing the fake, blue graduation cap
With the tassel hanging down one side
It didn’t fit you right, and neither did I
But even so, I loved you then.
I can still see your nervous, knowing glance
As I sat across from you at dinner
Trying not to crack at the day’s events
Everyone else knew it, too, and yet,
Never until now did I wonder why—and what—you told them
Last you said, you didn’t really remember it
But how could you forget my most daring deed?
Never before and never since—
You are one of a kind, for me to be bold
Is there more to the story that I’ve never known?
TL
1:22am
13 January 2005
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