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For Angie
My bestest friend,
you left far too soon
and my hands still reach for you in empty rooms.
We had so many dreams left undone:
walks along the beach,
feeling the sand beneath our feet.
I still see that day by the water,
when I knelt to take pictures
of your footprints in the sand.
We both knew it might be our last time,
yet we promised each other
we’d come back anyway.
Late-night scary movies,
popcorn scattered on the couch.
Our endless chats on the computer,
the comfort of your voice on the phone.
Trips to the mall,
or to nowhere at all
just being together was enough.
My bestest friend, Angie,
I miss you more than words can hold.
You were my right arm,
and I was your crutch;
now I stumble,
trying to stand without you.
But I hold on to this:
one day, I am sure,
I’ll see you again.
We’ll toast to our friendship
a friendship so pure,
still echoing in my heart,
even through the ache of missing you.
