dear best friend,
i miss you.
your hugs, your presence,
the smiles you gave me.
the days i spent with you,
looking at the waves while
looking for the answers.
the times we planned our future,
do you even remember?
we used to dream, to hope,
where did that go?
where did you go?
these days we barely speak,
much less understand.
dear best friend,
i miss you.
your hugs, your presence,
the smiles that you gave me.
but what i miss most of all is
my best friend.
YOU ARE READING
marble and quicksand - a poem collection.
Randomoriginal poetry by me. . . . . TW: depression, sa, suicide, food, dysphoria, selfharm
