This poetry sequence was written by a teenaged writer in Southern NM. We are thrilled to be the first journal to publish her work. the day that we first met. eleven years old, sitting in a science lab that seemed foreign. she was sitting to the left of me, a stranger in an even stranger classroom. the fetus of a horse bobbed in a jar of liquid on a shelf. microscopes were placed on every table. I didn’t take much notice of her, just another classmate on the first day of middle school. ~ the day that she and I were in the library sitting on the floor. the one that every school has, dingy with chewed gum mashed into the carpet. classes had begun months ago. it was silent reading time, but we didn’t care. we listened to the same music and wanted to start a band even though neither of us knew how to play any instruments. ~ the day that we walked to the post exchange after school. we shared a two pack of reese’s peanut butter cups. drops of condensation clung to our plastic cups from the cold drinks inside, her’s sprite, mine diet coke, sitting on the hard metal bench, in the cold, thighs touching, young and naive. ~ the day that I learned her mother had passed away and that she would be moving. driving to her house for the last time in a surreal state of mind. her near-empty house filled with boxes, suitcases, her family. saying goodbye, at least for a while. when we first met I didn’t take much notice of her, but then I realized, I would love her forever.