My Best Friend

I stitched a quilt from the parachute

I wore when I fell for you

It exploded from my backpack

like my heart

I remember our first conversation

and your nervous giggling

I couldn't quite meet your eyes

but you smiled anyway

You became my best friend

I talked to you everyday

We flew kites, fed ducks, and

ate ice cream - your favorite,

cookie dough

I taught you chords on my guitar

and memorized your hands

The crescent scar on your left wrist

matched the star-freckles

down your arm

And when I tried to catch your lips

you turned your cheek to me

Then, before I knew it,

you began to float away

Now I'm curled up in my blanket

eating cookie dough ice cream

looking at the crescent moon

and wondering how you're doing

without me

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