Of course I still think of you, Barbara.
You and I were such close friends, tho I don’t
think I remember it quite the same way you do.
I know that now the whole world is focused on
looking for these things, accepting or celebrating,
and maybe you fell into that same trap. But
that doesn’t mean I don’t think of you fondly,
all those sleepovers when we listened to records
and talked about boys—did you forget that part?
I’m sorry you never got married, but I hope
someday you still can, and that you’ll be
as happy as Ralph and I have been. That’s
what I wish most, Barbara, when
I think of you.