Day Twenty-two

Monument Valley 2017

once we were young

    we rode our bikes

        and swam wild 

we hoped and dreamed

    and imagined  love

        and a life with purpose

a whole lifetime later

    the sound of bagpipes

        soars across the snow

            and echoes off the stones

a plaque on a marble box

    inscribed with a name

        and sprinkled with holy water

            a moment of silent prayer

Dear Andy,

    we shared ourselves

        for what seemed then like forever

            because a lifetime seemed so long

                but now seems like just a moment

                    no one knew us like we knew us

                        thank you for being my friend