Dear Oliver, how long has it been?
Sixty plus years have grown between us.
We were seven or was it eight years old
but we were madly in love—remember?
I would wear my hair over the shoulders
long and straight, just the way you liked it.
I changed desks just so I could sit next to you.
Our lunches were a heavenly half-hour when we
would discuss our wedding plans.
You were always such a terrible speller-I
always had to help you—remember?
My penmanship was so neat and precise and yours
so sloppy, the teacher would make you rewrite
all of your assignments. I would giggle.
When you would ride bicycle past my house I would
always come look for you. I knew you would ride by
my by my house on purpose. I was looking forward to going
through our school years together. Then,
you moved away.