by Charlotte Hamrick Denisse Leon Our last year together felt like your beloved game of chess, the board of us nestled nonchalantly under your arm one day, stuffed in your locker the next, kings and queens rolling against each other in repose waiting for the interlocking of fingers. You were a tire swing launched over a river of turbulent waters, swaying from side to side. Landing on my bank one week, on hers another. She was Elton John, piano lessons, only child, 16th birthd