Mike - Chuck

I wonder

What the two of you were like

In high school...

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You probably loved to laugh

Your hair was long

Blonde

Your face soft, round

And smiling.

Were you on the baseball team?

Or perhaps you would skate?

Was your girlfriend a blonde as well?

Did your friends make jokes

At how you held hands in the halls

And snuck her kisses

When you thought no one was looking?

Did you make smart-aleck comments from your desk

in the back of the room?

In hopes to impress her?

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Yes

I suppose that was what you were like

Blonde hair and letter jacket

Blue eyes and high school sweethearts

back then

Would I have been one of them?

Feeling your sweet whispers in my ear?

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And what about you?

You were probably a hoot!

Full of trivia, stories, and questions.

You stood in the corner

Or did you stand along the side,

Making comments when you could

Eyes glued to the paper on your lap?

Would you smile at a sweet girl in overalls

From behind your book

Afraid to say hello?

You were probably alone a lot,

Counting stars, memorizing movies, playing chess?

Fascinated by everything --

But did you worry, like me,

About fitting in?

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Yes

I suppose that was what you were like

Glasses and polished shoes

Gazing at the world around you.

back then

Would I have wanted to be your friend?

Comparing math problems on a bench in the hall?

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Mike.

Chuck.

Years have passed away

And Your pasts are like shadows

But I see their silliouettes

And wonder:

Who were you?

And how did you become

The heroes you are today?