When an aquaintance dies.

It's strange when you begin to lay down and think about the past.
I remember when Katelyn Horton died
I was completely void of all memories of her.
But I do remember now
In the art gallery down the hallway near the cafeteria
I posted six or seven pictures in golden frames
of people eating food
something basic, put together at the last minute
and people raved about them
especially Katelyn
and I sold them to her for eight bucks a piece.
She loved them so much
Strange.