i had

a best friend

who would hold me tight when i cried
and hold me tighter when all was well

who encouraged me to do
everything that i've done right

who would listen to me through midnight and follow with
us falling asleep in her bed

who would sit behind a cup of coffee with me
while we laughed at how lonely we were

we said,
"one day, we'll find the boy of our dreams,
or one day, he'll find us"

my point is this:
i had a best friend who would share everything with me
from secrets to pancake breakfasts

until the boy of her dreams waltzed in
posed and poignant
and carried her off

sometimes i feel i've lost a part of her
to him
and sometimes i feel i'll wake up in her bed
and be alone

01/12/2005

Posted on 01/13/2005
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