My Best Friend
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My best friend is sick.
I sat there
& held her hand as we heard the news.
She didn't cry.
She just nodded & smiled,
as if all along knew.
As I drove her home,
she began to speak of the things
she'd meant to do.
Once, she said, she thought
she'd fall in love again.
But with who?
So she'd done other things,
enjoyed other dreams,
and planned her life around us two.
And what a life we've had!
Once when feeling sad, we'd rented a boat
& around the San Juan's we'd sailed.
Motor boats waved us on,
& the beautiful dawn
we'd shared,
without making a sound.
And once we had biked
to the ocean & back.
I think we must have stopped
once every mile.
Every hill we would walk,
pushing bikes to the top,
but oh, how fast we could go down!
One summer we walked
to the extreme top of Mt. Rainier,
& rescuers had to bring us down.
That winter we decided to ski;
how delighted
we were to discover that the
poles were free! (With the skis!)
We've been horseback riding
through the hills of Montana,
went white water rafting, as well.
I'll never forget the fun of
getting wet with the temperature at 90 degrees.
My best friend is sick.
I think, "What will I do?
If she leaves me this time,
but for good.
Who'll tease me on birthdays,
& fill up my stocking?
Who'll love me, like she only could?"
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Last Updated: 1/21/96