We fought all the time.
Two strong heads butting up
against different world views.
Work was like that, a lot.
When she sent her sister to me
for career advice, I was shocked. Her sister
told me she’d said
how much she respected me and that I’d help,
anyway I could.
Feeling guilty, I called her
and we made plans
for lunch the following week.
I had a lot to say,
and the next day she got on a plane
and it flew into a building
and she became –
what? Icon, symbol, memory,
martyr, victim –
She was none of those. A huge smile
and a sharp tongue. A quick word
and a deep thought. A boss, a mother,
an adversary and a thorn. Yes, those –
but I don’t know what to call her now.
She was a colleague, less than a friend,
but she looms in me now
below my heart, nudging it with her strong head,
I have left things unsaid
in so many places.
I have misjudged and will again.
I have held grudges and still do,
and I don’t know where her sister is today.