- Sarah Van Arsdale
April 2, 2022
Updated: Apr 11, 2022
From her room next door
flicked whispers,
susurrations passed between
her best friend Helen
and my sister.
My door ajar, I listened.
Outside, in pale green spring light
the crocus bursting
from their dark envelopes
and by the barn
the wild forsythia
twisting into flower.
All my life, I’ve missed her.