Thank You

March 28, 2010
By Anonymous

I remember wanting to go home,
Feeling like I was being sucked into a black hole,
All alone.
I remember the mean girls,
The rude stares,
The betrayal.
I remember the (few) nice ones.
You didn’t treat me that way.
You thought of me as someone important
To you.
I remember the girls not liking that we were friends.
When they’d ask why,
I’d just shake my head.
If they would have just opened their eyes,
They would have seen what I felt,
When I was with you.
I remember feeling accepted,
Liked for who I was,
Raw and vulnerable, me.
I remember laughing until we cried,
Our secret handshake.
When all the drama and pain I’d kept bottled up for so long
Felt alive, gnawing to get out,
You’d listen and try to understand.
We were happy, carefree,
A friendship filled with laughter and smiles.
You didn’t judge,
Just listened, intent on trying to help.
I will never be able to thank you enough
For those moments that you gave back to me,
They had been missing for so long.
I remember the last day,
Standing there on stage, smiling, then
I saw you and lost it.
I remember you trying to make me laugh
So I wouldn’t cry while I was singing our last song.
It worked until the end,
When those beautiful words were interrupted
With sobs.
I remember you.
I remember the happiness you gave me.
I remember my best friend.

The author's comments:
I wrote this piece about my best friend from grade school.

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