I met you in seventh grade
I can smell the pages
I still use them to dry my tears
You understand my loss
I’ll see you in your secret spaces
I can’t mend your heart
But can meet it’s broken places
I don’t know what’s beyond
The depth of your pond
Or what it keeps afloat
The little girl I was
Makes you a fried cheese sandwich
Without fuss
Buries my treasures
Like baby teeth
If there’s a another realm
We will find each other
I won’t speculate
On the existence
Of soul
I’ll just put this light on
Knowing you make mine whole
I can’t know who you are
But I’m lost –
In your cup full of stars