1967- 1997

For Elaine

You called three days before
two days after.
The scribbled note ‘elaine called’
in my drawer of junk
untouched.

In dreams bigger than life
you are
biking, skating
becoming.
You call me.

I,
can
never
catch
you.

Oddly enough,
I never tire.
It is meant
to be.
This friendship.

Life and marriage
separates
For once,
I lead.
I am almost there, you say.

You are gone.
Five days after your call
seven days after.
I know you
remembered.