Mary
had died, was that i didn't
get a Christmas card
from her that year.
i found her obituary
in the Miami paper
that week.
there was no tin of
cookies
and candy that year
from her.
no phone call, telling
me about the weather,
and reminiscing
about the last fifty years
of our friendship.
she almost made it to
a hundred,
but not quite.
i'm sure she was content
though,
with ninety-nine.
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