SAMMY AND HER EPHEMERALITY
She steps into the car, ducking her head down as she slides inside. The
crosswalk light changes and Liz and I take its cue. We look back to see
the car turning, Sam waving through the window as
she's carried away
She came and went, and in her leaving I didn't expect to try my
hardest to hold on to her in the way that I have.
Today I'm thinking of buying a perfume for myself even though I never
wear scent, because she likes to wear scent, and maybe I'll start.
"I think a lot about...
...what you said to me about backing into a parking spot."
Maybe I am in a rush, and maybe I shouldn't be.
"Why are you finite?" she asked me when I said that sometimes it feels
like the more of yourself that you share with the world, the less you
have left. But she was right- I'm not finite.
I could give everything to her and still have myself left. Then there
would be two me's, one tucked into the breast pocket of her button
down and the other sitting during her workday, writing in her little
red notebook, something a cross between the truth and her feelings.