November 17, 2008
By Taylor Gray, Minden, NV

I can't rember the
Color of the paint,
The style of her bed,
I can't even remember
Some of the meaningful
Things that she said.
It has been so long,
Since it came to an end.
It has been so long,
Since I called her my friend.
I think it's official,
What our destiny is.
It's not really her,
But the friendship, I'll miss.

The author's comments:
This poem is about something that has happened to me recently. My best friend for about 9 years suddenly broke contact with me and the friends she used to have. We used to have sleepovers and parties together. Now, all that has changed.

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