The first thing lost

I read a quote the other day that cut me to the bone.

It stated “They say that the first thing you forget about a person is their voice.”

Franco visited my dreams again.

It’s only the second time that has happened.

Twice, in 6 years.

Just like the first time, I knew I was dreaming but it still felt so real.

But I couldn’t hear him.

I could see him, I was watching him joke around and talk to other people around him.

Like we were at a party and I was watching him from across the room.

He was happy, laughing and talking shit.

I just wanted to hold onto to it but I felt myself slipping away, and he just looked up at me and smiled.

He smiled and winked at me.

Then he was gone and I was awake.

Missing him and wishing that I had recorded his voice so I could hear it again.

I think that is why I have started recording all the time.

Just every day moments.

So I can have these memories in case something happens.

So others can have them too.

It’s his birthday in a few days.

I need to remember to call or text his mom.

So she knows that I remember how special that day is.

How special he was.

I miss my best friend.

That damn wink and smile still gets me.

Every time.