She leans forward all
caramel skin and silky black eyes.
She announces the ending –
Beth dies. Jo spurns Laurie.
Meg has kids. Amy marries Laurie.
It’s Jo they snag on, their voices
raise in a cacophony, lamenting
Jo’s choice. They don’t understand it;
they see themselves in Jo, and
they all fell in love with Laurie.
I eavesdrop, a sideways crescent smile
stretches across my lips. I know their
angst, and I love them for it.
I want to turn and tell them –
you’ll all have your Laurie,
and then you’ll understand.
I sit in my chair –
envy them the innocence
to hate Jo for rejecting Laurie,
their own green journey winding ahead.
I remember my Laurie, the moment I knew.
Black pen in hand, words pouring out
filling brittle brown pages. A waterfall
of revelation. The knowing and
the doing were years apart.
The bus rattles forward, the girls change pace
and talk about a YouTube video they can’t stand to watch.