Glitter

In October, it will be 3 years since my friend Leigh and her brother Matt were killed in a car crash while coming home from the lake. As the date approaches, I think about them a lot, and usually end up sobbing. Leigh was like a sister to me in my first year, her last year, of high school. She was also a writer. This is for Leigh.

I have written a lot about Leigh and about her & her brother's deaths. Here are the links to the ones that I've put on here: Untitled Poem & True Story

Glitter

I poured glitter

 into my coffee this morning.

I didn’t even notice it

until I had already taken a few sips.

I laughed at myself,

caught up in the moment,

thinking about the glittery flakes

falling down my esophagus

carried by coffee and cream.

An upcoming anniversary is quickly approaching

but instead of crying (again)

that my friend has been gone

for almost 3 years,

I smile

because Leigh would have laughed

at my glitter in my coffee.