one more, i remember, the memories do fade, this one in particular faded during the present due to another memory that led to a long lasting impression. i made you flowers for your birthday, spent long hours folding colored paper. effort, try so hard, for something? nothing. funny those times were, in the basement, oh the basement, dancing when the music changes quickly, suddenly, something else, then nothing. cute and could kick soccer balls. long time ago, last i heard in phoenix, rising from the ashes, fire consumed and born again to live and die in the flame.