condolences
is a big word with lots of sylables
that folks use when they don’t know what to say
if you ask me when I miss her most
it’s in the small moments
the unexpected times
the ones that don’t always make sense
washing a plate
stretching out on the floor, listening to a song
dusting my dresser
cutting through the greeting card aisle in the drugstore
crossing the street
folding a blanket
and anytime
I remember
that she’s gone
the beauty of life is in those moments you share with other people
the beauty of life is in those moments you cannot possibly share with another
the beauty of life is in its contradictions
YOUR LIFE 
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So I had a dream where I could fly
But the only one who knew was My Past
My Past was gentle and kind and we had lots of secrets together
We tried to get away from the others. He protected me.
I climbed up the fence-building and jump-sailed down
He distracted them from my powers by going through the gate
Before anyone caught up with me, I saved a girl who seemed already gone
An Ophelia submerged in the creek
It was another world, that creek
Familiar and Unfamiliar
The creek people lived there and the legend was
They eat people
My Past had almost been eaten a long time ago
But survived and was stronger for it.
My Past had a tattoo of the charm that wards off any evil from the Creek People
My Past was safe
We saw horses and went wading-skating down the creek
My Past and I
We could walk on water
When we returned
My Past’s Present saw us together
It made me self-conscious
Dear 2011,
Suck it.
Love,
Amanda
PS: 2012 is gonna be incredibly beautiful.
Oh! I know her.
what’s-her-name
What’s her name?
starts with an ‘S’
no….
…has an “s” sound in it
Somewhere.
What is her name?
If she smiled more, she could be a Bridget.
Oh, is she one-of-those ends-in-a-”y” people?
I can’t stand those people. (except for the people I love whose names happen to end in why)
Because I know Amy’s and Emily’s and other-y’s that are great–but it’s because they always had ease. They didn’t add the “eeeeeee’s” on later to cuten themselves up.
Dangit. What IS her name?
Oh! Aaaaaaah…
Lots of vowels. I think it’s a vowel-ish name.
Alanah or Layla or Laila or….
no…..
too many l’s
Man, what is her NAME?! It’s right on the tip of my tongue. I know it. I know I’d know it if I heard it. It’s driving me crazy! If I could just think of…..
Oh! I know him….
what’s-his-name
