A Poem for Debbie Hu

playing music on my porch on a cold day

we both admit to agreeing with our estranged on something:

that billy joel should be revered for a couple melodies

we plan creating an all girl barbershop quartet

and have endless stories of 

lovers and states to trade

soon you disappeared into the peaceful part

of the states that you told me about

and I missed you

and was envious of the quiet rolling hills

and the stories extending 

beyond where I could see

I met one of your legends at a party

when we spoke


you became the story

and I missed you again