I was only 7,
So was she,
Her illness came,
A tumor in her brain,
Killing her,
Making her slightly demented,
That explains why she beat me up,
She was my best friend,
And at 7 that meant everything to me,
The doctors,
They tried saving her,
But in reality it seemed like they were killing her,
At 7,
I watched her go through it all,
They shaved her hair,
I remember the stitches on her head,
Or maybe I'm making that up,
Her memories are buried,
But I remember how she gained weight,
The skinny little girl
Became an overweight,immobilized child,
Slowly my best friend couldn't walk,
Couldn't feed herself,
Couldn't bathe herself,
I watched as she died,
I went to her wake,
Her lifeless body,purple and cold,
I placed a note in her coffin,
To this day I'm unsure what I wrote in it,
I hope something comforting,
I went to her funeral,
And I didn't cry,
I remember feeling bad about it,
But I was just remembering the good times,
When we ran around the hospital getting candy in the store,
So unaware,
When we dressed up for Halloween,
And when we shared a bed,
We are still best friends,
Best friends even in the grave.