Crazy Lily

Yesterday was your birthday and I wanted to write all about you, about everything you meant to me. About the nights we spent lying in your bed drinking vodka and listening to Beatles records, kissing with your door locked against your mom. About those nights on the beach under the summer moon, tracing star paths and singing spirituals. About how you introduced me to the first true love of my life, and how I'll always be grateful to you for that. But I decided not to, because I want to keep all those memories to myself, nobody else could ever figure out just what it was we meant to each other. So, wherever you are, peace and joy. And thank you!