I knew her when
She learned her letters;
She liked me too.
We shared a tent;
Followed the sparks fading in the full moon's face.
Draped water over our skins at midnight.
She bickered with her mother,
Whom she mothered today.
She once had a mole
Only we two knew.
I knew her then.
That's the fact of it.
She rebelled,
Then surpassed naysayers and detractors.
I knew her, then.
Got to know her at her best-
A sharer, and keeper,
One who wasn't one to rest.
I knew her without discretion;
Like when she partied at Mardi Gras,
Wearing string-beads, blowing saxes,
Something she never spoke of.
Then, this cannot be her.
I knew her, and,
I didn't know.