For Emily, a poem in memorium by Tia Levings

May your memory be eternal.

Summer Night, by Kitty Lange Kielland, 1886

I was on a road trip, driving through Georgia, 
morning sun cresting the trees,
when I heard that Emily died 
without warning. She was my age; 
had more to say. She needed 
more time here. 

Even after I left the church, 
Emily and I talked
about feminism and writing, 
about men who broke, then exhausted
our h…