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Click hereI remember a Thanksgiving
Visiting, in the evening,
before children and ministry
changed things, not worse,
just different.
While you cooked the turkey
I spun CDs, memories of
twelve and thirteen rushing back
to greet us.
We snacked on chicken burritos
Coca-cola and cake with
white icing, while the turkey
was baking and the potatoes
boiling.
Later, too full, drunk on
green beans gravy corn
butterscotch schnapps in a
mug full of coffee,
I laid on the floor, laughing,
fireplace dancing in red
reflections on the mirrored wall.
How many years later?
You waited at the end
of the hall for me,
guarding
that I wouldn't be seen by the
man in the suit
waiting
to kiss me.
You signalled, a hand flicker,
and I moved forward, to stand
beside you.
"I don't consider you my best friend," you told me,
your face a contour-less map, no depths to interpret.
"I consider you my sister."
There was no time to reflect.
We went reeling headlong into
my future.
And I was glad.
It started out good really. But from there it all start going to hell as of imagination regurading, but fortunally you did recover at the end. But also unfortunally by that time it was too late, Duh.