I don't remember you well
You were never like the other children's friends
You were quiet.
Invisible, but you had the best dresses.
My nail polish comes off in sheets as I recall this,
You would've liked it.
You never spoke
Speech is pain and effort
You were a friend
Friends don't hurt friends.
All I remember well now is drawing you
And little moments
You'd sit with me while I positioned dolls or rocks best
You dressed them.
You knew just how to look
Your hair was shiny, dark
It dipped when your head moved.
You were like me
No one was like me
We could be nonverbal together
Still talking.
When I drew you
The teacher seemed confused
She kept handing me crayons.
You were like sunshine, though
Imaginary in the best way
Fleeting but perfect.