If I Could
(for Fran)
It was so like you
to slip in a curveball
watching a Disney flick,
to ask me how I would come to you
in dawn’s feeble light or deep
dread of night to tell you again
what you’ve always known & kiss
your baby cheeks; when that was
that—all she wrote was said & done.
When the veils lift & the
blinkers fall, when the
snow melts for the last time
at the spring’s new beginning,
we’ll still be sending each other
animal GIFs & laughing about
how I was lost for words.
©️Orion Foote, 2022
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