I found a letter from 1997 I wrote you;
Sitting in 2016, it's a time capsule.
You really were my best friend
and I loved you.
I read a line about the boy I crushed on,
who, when I ran into him two summers after we met,
wearing a polyester 70's disco shirt,
a small gold earring.
I said the connection was still there between us, but
knew something was different;
I had to again get to know
the man that houses the boy
who once wanted to kiss me in the moonlight.
Only,
that boy changed,
and she is a beautiful wordsmith.
I now understand why something was different between us
And you are gone.
We memorialized you yesterday.
I cried a river and then drank wine and ate chocolate,
making my husband cry too.
God, you were so talented
and loved.
Your boys walked solemnly in the isle;
Red, blonde, black tousled hair.
Did you know about him?
What would you have said about her?
I found her after you moved on,
before the beautiful service you arranged,
before my funeral dress was covered in Kleenex lint.
You both are intertwined in my memory;
dancing in the rain, uninhibited, uncontrollable, impressionable.
7/18/2016
