I saw my old best friend
Just the other day
We walked through a garden
He picked me a radish
I dug up a potato
We did this when we were young
Remember bodies of water?
Frogs dancing on lily pads?
Hearts mended?
Arms broken?
He laughed in a way that felt warm
Our new memories
Are smoking pot
Or talking music
His gestures are crying
My pockets are empty
Could we hug?
Back to the garden
Oh please my former pal
Can we die here?
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