Lynnie Blank

I have a lot of grave yards
to visit
this year.
another
friend goes down.
thirty five years in the making,
poof.
her sister calls
and tells me how and when.
we've never talked before
but we know
each other
from the many talks, the many
drinks I shared
with lynnie,
her amazingly kind and wonderful
sister.
a life long friend.
what can be said.
what can be done.
we sigh and say goodbye.
I go to lunch,
then back to work.
i will find time later
to soak it in,
to bury my face
into my hands and remember.