By Seana Sperling

Ten blunt fingers with nails gnawed to the quick.
Spaced tooth grin and an infectious laugh.
You said you always wanted,
Your name to be Rose,
And we always had crushes on the same men.

You were always in my space,
Even with my distance.

Its hard to believe all the damage,
When I remember how gentle you were.

Now empty hands hold all,
The fragile objects.

In memory of Ellen OBrien--One of the best people I've ever met


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