You are the last night in May and the
first day in June all wrapped into one
You are a tropical Island snow on the eve of a year
to come and crisp night air on a rooftop in the city
You are conversation on the second night we spent
the first things we have in common our family our friends
You are wiki-pedia for my sci-fi fantasy
and the diary where my excitement runs
You the guide that makes sure I get lost,
the reference book to my comic relief
You are the best match to my blue sunglasses and my bestie
even when I didn’t realize I was telling you everything

By Monica Daniels


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