The worst thing
about losing you
wasn't the fact that
I had lost someone I loved
(though that was an awful ordeal, too)
it was that
I lost my best friend
I lost the person I could confide in,
cry to; cry about
the strings holding me together
came loose and unraveled
as you walked out of my life
and into hers
I have great friends, yes
but none quite like you
Alas, you're gone now
and the hole you left
may be filled in time
by new friends
who won't leave
without warning
who won't leave
at all.