A Part of My Heart

Part of My Heart

For Brigette Bonfiglio—
Here’s to looking forward and being par t of one another’s
lives for a very long time,
in whatever form is meant to be.

She wore her emotions
effortlessly
for the world to see
on that deliciously freckled
and dimpled face of hers,
sugared sprinkles of delight.

A glaring and furrowed brow—
if she was not fond of you
but when she was—
oh, her smile seemed to
illuminate the entire room.
light poured in from every direction
as though it was daybreak
and the sun had begun to climb
over the plush green hillsides,
almost blinding one’s sight enough
that a hand was needed to shade
the eyes.

The cork-screwed, rust-colored hair
drew people to her—
people just loved to touch her,
and her hair.
But the Girl Scout heart of pure sparkling gold
Is what kept everyone close.

Just quite—
not shy,
but strong in convictions and morals,
and so loyal she no doubt would take the first swing
if a situation aroused where she needed to defend
a loved one.

Her nature was simply to help others,
to be the calming rock-strong shoulder
and chest to lay one’s troubles upon.
She could sense unhappiness,
but never pushed another to divulge more than intended.
By simply engaging her in any sort of conversation
you told her your life story without even realizing it.

And when she left,
whales from the sea sighed heavy sighs,
honeybees atop the roofs buzzed a little slower,
persimmons from the lonely tree in her backyard dropped to the ground,
And I simply cried.

Goodbye my dear, dear friend,
my confidant, dancing and drinking partner,
a part of my heart.