(In loving memory of my best friend, Rosie Saenz Soto 12/27/59 – 2/7/09)
I can remember our bicycle rides
through rich neighborhoods,
pointing at house we’d someday have
or thought we would.
And do you remember the night in the tent
And the stories we told
of whom we would marry
and how we’d grow old?
We were only dreamers unaware
of what our futures would hold.