theresa in richmond

my friend theresa
in richmond who once
wrote to the pope
in rome for love
advice was quiet on
the phone today.
i got the call while
opening up a can
of black olives
that were intended
for thanksgiving day,
her new love, her
new beau, her new
long term relationship
and man was suddenly, or
perhaps not so suddenly,
tip toeing backwards
down the hall. his
calls were shorter,
his texts were weak,
his love making skills
were diminished and
well, let's just say,
quick and to the point.
i could hear sadness
in her voice. this
newness had worn off.
again. a big sigh.
and i listened, i
told here where i was,
how whole i was now,
after a long period
of grief, and she
said she was happy as
she began to cry. i
ate an olive or two,
and told her not to
worry. trust. just
trust. ruthlessly.