Jenny's Wedding

I remember you spiderweb bangs that were loaded with hairspray.

We loved those identical, teal dresses we wore with matching shoes.

I hated coffee, but we inhaled two cups together to keep us from getting tired.

You made me dump spoonfulls of sugar to cover up the bitterness.

We ran around the Jenny's reception maniacally,

dancing and spinning around to our favorite songs.

We laughed hysterically at Aunt Pat, the alcoholic's silly drunkenness.

I felt so left out watching you and my brother dance as a "couple."

I waited anxiously for the next fast song we could spin around to.

You were my best friend and cousin.

We would laugh together forever.

Now Jenny's been divorced and remarried since then.

Aunt Pat overdosed on Vikadin and Oxy Cotton.

We giggle nervously after all of the awkward silences.

I tell you I wanted to let you know I've been thinking of you,

but I have to let you go.

You giggle, "Thanks hun."

We sit in silence again. Waiting for eachother to speak.

I end the silence by telling you to "Take care."

We then hang up and end the 4 minutes and 13 seconds of hell we'd been living in.