"Mornin' D. How are you today?"
"Mornin" Ms. Day. I'm good."
Capped pulled low.
Hair in eyes.
"Mornin' D. Would you take this down to my room?"
"No prob, Ms. Day"
I miss D sitting on the planters texting
who knows who
I miss D and our two sentence conversations.
A one sentence conversation
"D committed suicide this morning."
I thought I was fine,
ready for what the day had to bring,
But the planter knocked me for a loop.
I'll miss you.