She used to like sing with me One of the first was "My Boo" It had a ring to it She wanted to sing out loud I couldn't go through it, The hardest thing to admit was I was going through it.
She caught me through music the constant thing in my life see the rhythm and beats soothed me it brought peace to my life she understood that, so we shared it together... on the phone from 6 to 12 we never really noticed though conversations were timeless and I got stingy cuz I knew she had to go forgetting that there was always tomorrow Last few words were: "I'll try to stay on but if I hang up you already know" ...[click] and there she goes
The first person that was ever there and I never had to ask her it was procedure she would call me every night but sometimes on the house phone just cause she liked to see my sweat especially when we had that stupid little bet and I was invisible see I thought she couldn't do it but it's like it didn't faze her first time I realized how important she really was she completed the puzzle.
Eventually she had to go her own way, I respected the distance but offered my help if ever she should need it words were never traded new music became dull and with the old I heard her voice just as she would sing it. Time passed and she came around like a boomerang picking things up where we left them... with promises to always be there and also to be irreplaceable to one another. Thing is I can't even remember why we started singing that fateful day but what I do know is that day brought me a friend that only death could separate me from so no matter what comes our way, I promise to be there if the song isn't enough to numb the pain.
What I continue to wonder though is: am I actually being a friend, or do I continue to push her away with a love I can't shake?
I know sometimes I can be selfish but in the end, I just want to see you laugh, see you smile, see you living life to the fullest.