you say. Suddenly I think
of her, bent over her guitar,
warmth and humor tingeing
her voice, breakfast in bed,
ordinary dreams. And I think of her,
sunshine and ocean waves,
wanting to test the waters. And
I think of her, the bliss and the sass
and the diabolical plots we'd share.
And I think of her, lightning
and fireworks inspiring one another
to live. And I think, how lucky that for me
it was never once about bodies and
gravity, and never once was I
delicate, in need.  How lucky for you.
How lucky for me.