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.

I promised,
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.”