I am rooting for her,
I want her to win. Every time.
I am captian
of the cheerleading team
flying high in the air
in my ponytail.
You’re smoking in the bleachers.
You’re the smoke
that lingers.
You’re the reason I have detention.
A past and a life
past the credits.
You never made the sequel, babe.
I don’t want to cheer for the
other team,
for anyone else—
but you.
I know your silhouette
devious
brown noise
blue eyes
dark eyeliner
blue sheets
Goodbye
A messy draft, but that’s not the point.
*
Jackie, I miss you so much.
Three years ago today, I found out you passed.
The news took too long to reach me…
I promise I will finish your story.
I’m sorry I didn’t say yes when you asked me to write it.
I didn’t understand…
I’m writing it.
I still love you, I always will.
I am keeping my promise.
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