i wonder what shes up to.
a few years ago she sent me a little toy truck
could fit in your hand little
“happy spring” the note read.
the last time i went to see her there was fire all around her town
almost an entire circle of fire.
only thing that wasnt on fire was the road that lead in an out of her town
we hadnt seen each other in years
i was all hi she was all hi
look at that fire.
smell that smoke.
she taught me to love writing.