The last time I saw you,a dinner
at my bungalow, the neighbor’s cat
was already scratching at my door,
begging for the salmon on the grill
You were with my friend, your wife,
we were aware of the shadow
of cancer. but she was talking
about law school, briefs and how
justice is best served swiftly.

I made Greek salad because Christy
introduced me to feta cheese and I
couldn’t get enough of it, or her,
the way she relished everything,
the way she looked at you.

You were my friend first, we had
that instant Aries connection, but shy,
unlike most fire signs. We talked for hours,
sometimes without words, saying I know
before anything was said.

I moved to New Mexico.
Christy succumbed to cancer,
You buried yourself in your grief.
Time passed, as only time
can do. We lost touch,
justice took a wrong turn.