Bow Ties

     Every time I see one I think of you. 

You think normal people don’t see bow ties often. I do. They’re painted in the back of my mind.

They’re all coming back.

Bow ties and memories.

The night you picked me up and I had you drop me off someplace else.

What was I thinking?

My Mom taught me better than that.

But we got lost.  You got lost in the streets, while I got lost in your eyes.

     We’re laughing now. When we get there I get out, but you don’t. I get to the door and wonder if it’s too late to run back.

    

Since then we’ve always been close friends.

    

But every time I see a bow tie I wish I would’ve gone with you.