It was just another hot August morning
A Saturday in Texas
And it was like driving through the middle
Of a hair dryer on high

An author on Public radio had a name
So close to yours
My mind unraveled in traffic, memories,

Hot football fields, two boys
Who knew of loss before playing
Two losing seasons
Who knew of heart before love

We shared cocktails and growing pains
And traveled separate dark paths
A lifelong friendship crippled by no contact
We saw each other on the other side
For a moment, adult jobs and still a child