It's been 40 years since we met in seventh grade.
We spent a lot of time together with equal time apart.
We grew up together.
We smoked apples for the first time in your room. Benson
& Hedges apples.
We bought lavender hip hugger landlubbers, huck-a-poo shirts
and hideous high heels.
We celebrated your sweet 16…“Does Macy’s tell Gimbels?”
We ran around Nice, Paris and London after we graduated from
Dalton.
I still put Q-tips in silver cups and tissues in baskets.
I was your maid of honor and you were my matron of honor.
I was so proud of you when you received your MFA.
You were the first person I left Zach with when he was born.
Your paintings have always hung in
my living room. We used to think Zach liked them so much because they looked
like eyes watching over him.
There’s a little comfort in thinking that’s what they’re
doing now for you.
