Timeless

My hands shake as I write this. My memory has started failing me, so it's a wonder I remember the events that took place in the summer of 1965 perfectly, but I know one day, I won't remember. I won't remember the day I moved to Tulsa, my time spent in Windrixville, the time spent with my friends and Sodapop Curtis. That's why I'm writing it down, almost like a memoir. Once written down, like the love I had, and still have for Sodapop Curtis, my tale will be timeless.