Moody Meow

You cried at my wedding and loved our children. A division grew, and I don’t know if it was your fear of my judgment or just inevitable distance when things change

I worried, because you drank. You introduced me to D, when I still looked good in a skirt. If I saw you tomorrow, it would be as easy as it always was.

Photographer, poet, friend, dreamer, lover of beagles and kitties, One day you will realize that your wings are perfect; all you need to do is believe in yourself enough to fly

Happy Belated. Great friend, separated as we are by a vast country, know your wisdom and encouragement always touch me. We drink too much, smoke too much, and laugh too hard.

Old roommate, scarred, scared,  victim and victimizer. You never bathed,  and were certifiable. I think you attacked Derek. I still don’t understand why you hated me.  Suicidal, silly, writer, now what?

I wounded you, trounced on your feelings and you ignored my apologies. I respect your silence. Mom stopped asking about you years ago. I think she knew how shitty I was.

My crush lasted years. It was hard when you said “friend.” When I left for Orlando, we had that conversation about the past and the future. I still wonder, are you gay?

You let me get away with so much, and forgave me for everything. I still owe you a phonecall. True caretaker of the world, I’ve always looked up to you, Bookend.

Taught me how to love fiercely, and to fear alcohol. Best friend, confidant, understanding keeper of secrets. There are things about me you will never accept, and that’s okay. I understand.

Furry chin hairs that shone in the sun, keeper of the unwanted beagles, you gifted me with joy. I hope your work was able to keep the grief at bay.

You locked the doors when you told me I needed help. We broke up because of a beautiful boy. I did everything I could to destroy our friendship. Sadly, it worked.

You bought me a copper flower that smelled like roses. I realized, many years later that it wasn’t you that broke my heart, it was me. I hope you married her.
**Note** I’m going to get a little ahead here so that I can spend my weekend on my own writing**

One night’s conversation turned into a 10 year long-distance tumultuous friendship. You manage to piss me off, even from California. But you’ve grown up, and turned into a good person. Surprised?

Brilliant, loud, enthusiastic, warm, a gifted professor. You inspired me to become a fearless writer. Besides David, were the only one who liked my shaved head. And you gave me gold.

You make “snakeshit” funny. Every time I eat a mint patty, I can taste our summers together. You have a way with Nature that boggles the mind. Even birds listen to you.

Trapped in a curtain of pain, you died years ago in my eyes. The fierce woman with a soft spot for kisses is gone. Your body holds on, forgetting to die.
Note: I thought about explaining this, but I won’t. It’s my own pain that I deal with when it comes to her. And I won’t [...]

No one understands us, for we are so different. But you possess forgiveness in quantities not known on this earth. You’re amazing. Although, I agree, I think you are adopted. Hehehehe

I know less of you than I should. You make me laugh until I pee my pants and smile until my face hurts. And you make all curse words fun.

The child I gave away, full of life, wonder, and the same darkness that plagues me. You danced beneath my heart. I know I made the right decision. I love you.

Artist, huzzie, wild-woman tamer, better half is truer today than it’s ever been. I will always love you.