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Susanne Jutzeler

We were girls, together.

Racing recklessly down the road,
tripping and scraping our knees,
we laughed until our tears changed meaning.

Having time to stop and smell the sunflowers,
rotating rocks on the hunt for a bug—
‘til the sun sank, and our moms called us home.

Climbing up the tree, pretending we
were family. That branch is yours,
this one is mine, but that one can be ours.

Gleaming snow and a day off from school,
exploring the woods while covering our tracks,
a brave dare to stand barefoot in the drift.

Life before responsibilities came ‘round.
Sometimes, I can’t recall your face,
but I will always know your dreams.

I’ll watch your life through photos online,
but we used to gossip late through the night.
Dreams will always take me back to our days.

I hope you remember me as the girl
that I was, and I will remember you, as
the girl that you were, because—

We are women, apart.

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