Friend

To my best friend, Atraile, I know she never lived near to me but I still miss her dearly.

Sitting in the window thinking,
Barley moving, barely blinking,
Looking at my reflexion
I suddenly realize a section
Unused and Old,
The house stood unsold
I try to remember who once lived there,
But the face brought pain back again,
For there used to be my best friend
Always smiley, laughy,
and usually always haughty,
I really miss her, you can be sure
She made everything feel so pure.
I thank her in my mind everyday
Asking God why she was sent away.