s u m m e r
happy birthday sis
The frost crunched under foot, but I knew that it would be the last for the year. It was cold and the smoke from my cigarette mixed with my own breath and surrounded my head with a gray cloud.
Cullen and I mounted the steps to the Mendenhall house and opened the front door. A faint light kept the hallway in dull shadow and we climbed the creaking staircase to the second floor landing. It was here we opened the screen, propped it inward and dropped the exposed lead counterweight for the window, thereby opening it.
It was my sister's birthday.
We drank a wrote her a song on a blacktop roof.
It became one of the more popular songs the band used to play.
A few years later I titled a CD after her, and those dark days.
It also had a song about her on it, but not this one. This one is lost, and only the events of that night are clear to me now.
I remember Cullen saying something about my habit of killing off all my good characters just when things get interesting with them. And I started picking a few strings. I remember the wine was red, and the song we came up with had about the same tone as this one, except it was a letter to my sister.
Wonder if she even heard that song.
Anyway...happy birthday sis.
goodnight 4.19.00