Trisha

I don't remember exactly when we lost touch with each other,

but I think it's roughly been fifteen years now.

It's surprising to me, though, how very often I am reminded

of you.

When I see a purple car with a black butterfly decal on the back window.

(Or was the decal white? Or purple?)

I think it's your dimpled smile and beautiful laugh I miss the most.

Be well, friend.