I road my bike into Walbridge, the town I've live in for the last part of my life. I watched the sun set over it for one of the last times in a long time. This is the town where I received my first real kiss. I spent so many nights spent hanging out with friends, in a coffee shop eating cookies only because they were old and free. I went back to the gazebo in the middle of town where I wrote Nothing Is For Nothing and the park where the county fair was that it was written about. I passed friends houses and thought about knocking on every door... I didn't knock on any of them. I tried to read a book but where I was reading I could almost see my friends one by one turn to ghosts in the spots we lived, loved, and played and they would remain there forever in my mind.
As I road my bike back I saw a man and his young daughter. She couldn't have been older than six, and I thought, she will grow up one day and will she remember this day? laughing with her dad... I wished I could remember all the times I laughed with mine. I saw a boy and girl laughing at something that was a mystery to myself and wished I could remember all the times I laughed with my friends.


Well, here I go
Goodbye Walbridge