For Stacy, who always got me through it.

***

She used to yell back.
That's what I loved best about her.
Suspended in a cable car,
High off the ground,
Men below belting out verses
Of mainstream pop songs,
“Quit playin’ games with my heart!”
Brow twisted
She leaned forward
Golden hair lit by sun
To steal the breath from love-struck serenades.
“You’re with your girlfriend,
For cryin’ out loud!”
She said the best things.
Over a year later, I still told her everything.
Dreams and ambitions,
A future uncertain as one path divides,
Presenting two separate directions,
and me at the fork, frozen.
“Ange,
All I can say is this:
Be flexible
Be creative
Because life is certainly that way.”
She said the best things.

END