They are dressed as if they just went to a funeral.
Which they have.
But only I know.
They went to mourn
In Los Angeles,
And are staying at a hotel now.
They are probably taking off
Dresses and ties.
They’re coming home tomorrow.
I begged to go
But Mom asked me what funeral I was talking about.
Yesterday
I got a letter.
It said,
“Dear friend,
We miss you.
We are coming home soon.
The funeral was sad.
Wish you could be there.
Love,
Your friends.”
Today
My friends
Came back.
While I helped them
Take off their coats,
One of them asked,
“Did you get our letter?”
I felt happy
Even though the handwriting on the letter
Was mine.
Bronx, New York
