I remember your portrait.
Your selfie-spirit-image.
Your hair surf-bleached hank embedded right.
DNA (hmhmhm) how we smiled - Rosie and I what a cheek
but knew genius when we saw it.
YOU ARE READING
Looking Glass Friend
PoetryTo all my dear friends. Those I loved but did not know, I did so. Those I let go because... well... I could no longer face your understanding. Those who let me go because... I could not help them. How could I? I could not help myself. You are still...
