©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
Artwork by Ruth Trobe
It’s harder now to tell where your part ends,
or where my part begins, as time goes on.
I only know that when I speak of friends,
I always name you first. You are lifelong.
We’ve breathed each other’s air enough to know
that suffocation will not be our lot.
Sometimes I wander to, you wander fro.
But lonely’s something you and I are not.
We’ve been together two-thirds of our days.
Safe home. The years roll by. The years roll by.
We know where all the bodies are buried.
And we know when. And we know how and why.