You made the pants too long...

Sam.

Trousers drag on, slowly drag on through the street
Yes, I’m walking, but I’m walking without feet
I’m not finding fault at all
With what’s too big and what’s too small
But Sam, Sam, you promised me both ends would meet
You made the coat and vest fit the best
You made the lining nice and strong
But sam, you made the pants too long
You made the tip lapel look so swell
Who am I to say that you’re wrong?
But sam, you made the pants too long
They got the belt, and they got suspenders
So what can they lose?
But what good are belts, what good suspenders
When the pants are hanging over the shoes?
You feel the winter breeze up and down the knees
The belt is where the tie belongs
’cause Sam, Sam, Sam
You made the pants too long
You know what I mean, Sam?
Song by Barbra Streisand

How can you miss someone so much that was in your life for such a short time?
Swiss cheese and onions on long macaroni.
"and all the pretty girls!"
that funny little lisp until you were almost 13...
Remember when the bird got stuck in the string and the string got stuck in the air conditioner?
I can still hear you saying that.
"burd in da sting in da airconssssioner"
He always asked me if I was wearing Vanilla Fields because that was the perfume his "then" girlfriend wore, and he asked me everytime afterward because it is what I wore.
That crooked grin when he was lying or telling the truth or trying to get into or out of trouble.
There are too many memories and not enough.

I miss you, Sam.
I hope you are at peace.
I hope it's summerland.

Love,
Kimmy