No names are necessary:
Reunion 3: fiction and non-fiction
I remember when I dragged
my father -digitalis up-upp the stairs
to see the plant in your living room.
I remember us all standing there.
I remember our silence,
our incredible silence
when your father died.
alone. Your grandmother standing
in your kitchen,waiting for your coming home.
Your hole in -one – in your girdle as you dated the man you married before we graduated.
your laughter at me.
I remember the face of the boy i loved. i wanted to marry.
How you laughed.
What mirror-how small it would be
it could be.
I remember what we wanted to see.
Eileen Lewis-Lurin @ 5/8/2013