Birthday Boy
Posted on March 2, 2007
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His tomboy crush had turned into a beauty queen. Her lips were red. She wore a dress; her clothes were red. Her hair was yellow. She could be mistaken for The Marilyn. This made him sad because he wasn’t the gentleman of baseball he’d hoped to be. Nobody remembers his sports number. It was the same as his birthday.
It is a strange thing when the past enters a bar. It’s like the jokes on you kid. She has spent the years after the high school growing beyond the flower she was and all he could think about is how secret her garden is. He felt so sad. He felt like the best friend in his heart had turned into a stranger. No, not a stranger; his untouchable thing.
Oh sure, he said hi, and they had the walk where they used to walk. The only thing he could be certain of is she has turned into a woman. A woman who, in love with someone else, had changed him the minute she returned. It’s a funny thing to call your self a man or a child when the girl reveals she is now a woman.
She came back to visit her family. He is honored to be on her list. He just had to laugh and make her laugh.
He made a decision that day she left again. In order to love someone as beautiful as her, he would have to live each day to its fullest. He felt as though he had been waiting at the same place and she had been waiting for him in the middle. He had to admit to himself; there are many who meet in the middle, wherever the middle may be; the place could even be the same place for strangers. It is like what they say; there is plenty of fish in the sea. So all these songs about this blue world may just be the adventure he needs. His heart is now like a sailor.
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I’m not sure what that all means but OK.