to: My Best Friend (Even Now That I Have Gone Away)

Are you out there, Megan?
Do you look at the sky
The way we did together
Lying on the sun-warmed cement of your driveway
in the early summer evenings,
watching the stars come winking out and talking to the moon
-'what would you say if you could talk to the clouds?'
'that depends on what they'd say to me'-
and laughing together at the absurdity
of our conversations.
Only now we are not,
And the cement has gotten cold;
I still look. Do you?
It hurts to think that
These are the same stars,
The same moon,
And yet we see them
apart.
A sad, glorious comfort
That though a thousand things be different
Our world is still a little the same.
Are you out there, Megan?
Look up...so am I.