Lake Cavanaugh, 1989
...and on spotty summer days like this, I think of Mike, and thank him.
Mike with the unremarkable name, both first and last.
Mike who used to leave flowers on my doorstep. I have saved every note that went with them.
Mike of the strawberry blonde hair and dimples. Shy and respectful.
Mike who drowned in a lake, trying (unsuccessfully) to save a friend.
Mike who will forever be 23.
Did you love me? Probably. You never said. And it is of no consequence now; the impact was the same.
I am glad you are one of my guardian angels. And that you are part of my story.
20 years later, you are not forgotten.
Mike with the unremarkable name, both first and last.
Mike who used to leave flowers on my doorstep. I have saved every note that went with them.
Mike of the strawberry blonde hair and dimples. Shy and respectful.
Mike who drowned in a lake, trying (unsuccessfully) to save a friend.
Mike who will forever be 23.
Did you love me? Probably. You never said. And it is of no consequence now; the impact was the same.
I am glad you are one of my guardian angels. And that you are part of my story.
20 years later, you are not forgotten.