I saw a woman go into confession today before mass.
She looked just like her from where I was sitting.
God, let it be her. Please, Lord.
What a surprise that would have been. She would have seen me and sat next to me and nudged me like nothing ever happened.
I would have had someone to hold hands with for the Lord’s Prayer.
Maybe this was all just an elaborate joke. And I would laugh.
Anything to have my friend back with us.
But it wasn’t her.