For Two of My Bridal Party

For the first,
I have already written your poem,
as you know,
but this is also yours.
I share these words with you
and part of my marriage and myself–for your friendship will always be in me.
I still wish for our dandelions to come true.
For an end to this struggle and for a hyper-transparent glass of water.
I would not write your initials on a slip of paper and pin it to the map of LA like I had wished I did
⏤for one, I was in the City of Roses when it happened
⏤for two, you will still be standing next to me on the day I get married
just on the outer side of the altar
and not the inner.
I love you, my friend.

For the second,
forgive me for being a silly lady,
and forgive me for never writing you a poem,
but this is also yours.
I share these words with you
and part of my marriage and myself–for your friendship will always be in me.
I hope that embedded deep within you is also
a fondness for scooters and the image of a pretty lady walking alone in a park
explaining development.
Or the sound of your own ringer
at an ungodly hour because I care and worry for you and
need your presence
and that when we finally join the Land of Nod
we dream of each others’ happiness.
I love you, my friend.