Freckle on My Pillow

As the moments tick away  
of memories from yesterday  
sock hops and soda pops
Doo-Wops and Sha Na Na...  
tuning in to Wolfman Jack    
   
when egos were a pack of gum    
poodle skirts were for flirting    
and you wore my Class ring  
around your neck...  
but bring her home by 9 PM    
   
I was your feller and not a dude  
remembering, you chewed pencils    
you were my true love and still  
until the angels took you away  
but I still have one of your freckles  
on my pillow