Jack of Harts

Every time I go to them, I see recognition in their eyes. I see them come back from wherever they are, and I hear my name on their lips as they smile and hug me. Then they grab a toy or bag of toys out of a drawer and hand it to me. We go drink some beer, maybe eat some nachos. Maybe go to a movie and have some popcorn. Walk around a mall and shop for shoes. They are the girls next door I grew up with. Rosalie and Rosalind. And then the secrets of the universe start calling out to them again and they… go away. I wonder sometimes if they will stop coming back to me, but they say they like being who they are when I am with them. That is why I continue to come for them. They are my best friends, and I like making them happy. And those amazing toys…