The FIBER of the cloth tie was already frayed before the BLAST. The cloth had BOUND together a set of treasures sent me by a childhood pal, a BUDDY most dear. The wind spread those mementos across the yard. I struggled to find all the pieces in the aftermath of the explosion. Fragments are all I have left, and I feel so unmoored, having so little to remind me of our friendship from so long ago. A chunk of my life almost gone forever.

Georg’ann

The SIGHT of you here, now
my heart BLOWN wide open.
Together let’s take a BREAK,
what do you say, BUDDY?

Heather