I saw a guy reading Franny and Zooey on the bus,
and I thought about sending you a text.
I drew a Tralfamadorian and a choice quote,
which I’ll rebelliously tattoo on my back,
and I thought about sending you a picture.
I met you and your husband for lunch,
and I promised I would keep in touch.
but I only thought,
and never acted.
But I hugged you in a movie theatre,
fifteen months before you’d die,
and I’m glad I said, “I love you.”