Adeline and Holly.

Adeline and Holly.

Holly.

Holly is your ray of light.

Your inner child you say.

You address yourself as Holly, I don’t say a thing, don’t bat an eye.

You carefully undo the plastic box wherein lies thinly sliced chunks of pale sweet watermelon.

The first of the season, In early April, perhaps slightly premature but a luxury.

Silly Holly.

Holly is so carefree.

Holly doesn’t mind if a bit of watermelon juice happens to drop onto her white sweater

But Adeline won’t really let her.

She’s a figment of the imagination, obviously, a conscious choice of

a person that she could hope to be

One day.

But she won’t.

She’s never really met a Holly, so it’s a convenient name.

But don’t we all wish to know a Holly

To be a Holly, to shake Holly's delicate hand and call Holly our best friend because we’re so alike?

For now, I think I'm more drawn to Adeline.