For a lost friend, fifteen years gone by.
The girl on the corner is gone now. She won’t come back. We can’t right wrongs or ask for answers.
I remember my friend from the time I saw the red chiffon scarf tied around her ponytail. We were six years old. The last time I saw her was at her wedding in August of 2001. She died in December of that year. One episode of adult onset anaphylaxis complicated by lifelong asthma. She called 911 when things got bad, but she was dead by the time they got there. …
Very Busy and Extremely Important.