Best Freind

September 25, 2009
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Walking, running up the stairs
To a place I don’t know,
Like running into the ocean
Just to be drowned by the undertow.

What is it like?
To lose friend,
To watch them leave
Not to run after them and shout
“Don’t go! There’s more to be said,”
But it’s not their choice.

You lay in bed that night,
Under soft sheets you dream
About what could have been
But no one could see.

How in ten years your life would be different,
They say.
You won’t miss him forever,
They said.
But I’ll be a grandmother
And my daughter’s daughter will laugh and play
With her very best friend who decided to stay.

But I won’t forget.
How I used to play,
In the old playhouse
Day after day.

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Ycgc7 said...
Dec. 3, 2015 at 3:57 pm
good job :) i can relate with this so much. touched me very hard
OriginalCarbonation said...
Nov. 29, 2010 at 9:30 pm

This is beautiful.

I was a bit confused about what happened to the friend of yours, but in other respects it doesnt really matter, its the meaning of the hurt of loosing someone and the connection you have with a best friend and such that really counts. This poem hit home with me, I'm sure it will with many other people.

hannahbee7 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 15, 2010 at 5:42 am
I LOVE it!! I  Can totally relate. It's like... the poem of my life. Please check out my work if you have a few extra minutes:]
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