A Sonnet for Vickey

Speak to me dear friend of mine, and we will

Drink deeply of this communion we share:

Our friendship forged over accidental

Coffee dates and movie nights. When was the

First time that we shared those intimate sides

Of our hearts that others don’t get to see?

When the professor spoke of “Streetcar Named

Desire” and you and I shared a smile.

But graduation is in two months. This

feast we two prepared will go uneaten.

So hold on to me dear friend of mine.

I will not forget the words you told me:

“Love, a word so strong, love a word that makes

me wear a thong.” I will miss you dear friend.