See You on the Moon, Then

I heard a song today that I used to play when C and I first established our friendship.

I was in West Palm Beach for a job interview, in some ritzy little square. I wore a pretty red silk dress. The square reminded me of the one back home, the one where C and I went for a drink once.

Of all things, to hear that very Sleigh Bells song from years ago, struck me. I thought of C, of how I’d met her serendipitously, wandering into a little tea shop for a tarot reading. How we met on a soul level, how I told her about my literary magazine and my passion for books. How she became an older sister to me almost instantaneously and how I trusted her inherently. How rare that is.

It’s been ages since we last spoke. I remember that time she asked me to draw flowers for her nonprofit, for an event she had. I remember how she always asked me to come to readings but how I was still notoriously reticent then. And then, to go and try, and to have my heart broken in the most devastating fashion.

And there it was, “Rill Rill” playing on the speakers in some square in some state I never imagined I’d live in. And how much I miss C. How fragile these things are.