Friends Gone

March 15, 2009
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Her legs twisted up like a pretzel,
She is deep in thought.
A simple bow in her hair
She looks so much like her mother today.
Her foot taps out
An unheard rhythm,
The rhythm of her heart,
In which I am not included.

We were sisters, childhood friends,
Whispers of our summer secrets
Ring in my ears
As she passes without a word.
We shared dolls and dreams,
Bubblegum and tears,
And now
We share nothing.

All I have left is the place in my heart
That beats for her.

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