Vicki

Your gaze is weary now, but your laughter still echoes the merriment we shared
back in those sorority days. We clinked our glasses with spoons and sang, Ring Ching Ching Ring Ching Ching Pi Beta Phi! Lines on our faces map out years of shared history. We joke about the anecdote behind Denny Chimes. We relive drunken frat parties. But you ask the same questions repeatedly. My sadness prompts me to answer each time. We don’t sing our fraternal songs or tap our glasses in the restaurant. Will you soon forget me? We give each other a long hug and stand in the stillness
Of “goodbye”.