girls. she was muscled
and brave.
she could snap a whip
at
an apple held in your hand
at twenty
paces,
throw a ball
like a man.
run like the wind.
your first love.
kissing in the shadows
behind
the gym.
taller than me, stronger.
older.
a friend until the end,
whatever end that might
be.
and when we talk,
her in california with
her life long
partner,
a girlfriend,
she asks
how come we never made love
back in the day,
and i say,
i don't know.
it's a mystery to me, like
many things.
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