for nita

January 17, 2017 at 7:07 pm Leave a comment

for nita

we were so close, for so many years:  you seemed
to become a part of me.  now i remain and you are
gone: leaves, without a tree.


For a friend, gone these many years.  I wrote it because I knew her husband.

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