She's the one I can talk to about absolutely anything and I believe she knows me better than anyone else in this world. She's the one that can call me on the carpet and I don't go into defense mode. She's the one I can call and do weird, interesting things with and she'll always be game. She's the one I can trust with my life. She's the one who's parents home became my home away from home.
She's the one that can always make me laugh. She's the one that understands that sometimes urge to just run away in a motor home. She's the one I called on 9/11, when the 35W bridge collapsed and when Barack won. There is never a dull moment with her.
She's the one that has scrimped by for a year while looking for a job. She's the one that has had to endure the calls from bill collectors to work out deals. Whose husband's hours were just cut back. She's gone on interview after interview to be beat out by the one with the penis. She's the one that is probably going to be offered the job tomorrow. The great job. The one she deserves. The job fate has been holding for her until the last possible minute. The job that's going to take her to St. Louis. And it's hitting me. She's the one I'm going to miss.