I should have knelt
in the street,
put my head in your lap,
and let you stroke my hair.
But we didn’t know.
We were ten.
Would you have grown
into a woman who found
a cure for what killed you?
Is that why it killed you?
Would we have become
best friends again and again?
If I had known
that a lifetime later
I would still feel what I feel,
I would have knelt in the street,
put my head in your lap,
and let you stroke my hair.
Narble Furt Lives 
There is a magic, a miracle called life that does not end….
God is afoot and magic is alive. Thanks for the comment. I like your blog.
Thank you! Do you find it Punchyish?
Yes, indeed.
Jim, I had a similar experience as a child. I still think about him sometimes.
Can’t be helped, I reckon. Kids know, and feel, more than we admit. Saying hello to her headstone is on my bucket list.
sweetly remembered perfect story