Sarah

My god! Is that you, Sarah? I haven’t seen you in twelve years and we’ve only been living seventeen. Isn’t life hard? How’s it been for you? I want to hear what happened to that yellow jacket that flew around your garage door and filled my tiny soul full of fear. I want to hear what your parents thought when you pushed me off the dock into the lake, and I sputtered around under the surface until some heavenly hand reached in and fished me out. I want to know if you remember what we did alone in my room upstairs. I want to know the story of your every waking moment since that spring afternoon we waved goodbye and almost never saw each other again.