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…
