That porch was where we returned during summer’s twilight
to plaster another memory into our childhood chronicles
Where we sat next to each other
while ice cream drizzled down our lips
And we clashed philosophies like Socrates and Plato as
fireflies sputtered their light in the gloom
Where she delicately hemmed BFF into my skin
and we thought that our friendship couldn’t, wouldn’t rift.
But, when the school bells rang
our friendship became a scalpel in which we
twisted incisions in, together, for the last time
to retrace the alphabet. Forever isn’t to be.

© Matthew Harlovic

Hello, are you there?
I'm waiting for you here,
I found a gem and it was rare,
Knowing it's you who really care.

My life is a waste,
It's worst than a nest,
When I found you I'm at rest,
Can I give my trust, for you to 'mess'?

She knows I'm not crazy
I'm just not normal

She knows I'm not random
I only think quicker than others

She knows I'm not dumb
I'm really quite smart

She knows all my secrets
Some I won't even admit

She knows I'm a nerd
But helps me hid it

My best friend
I can never let her go
*She knows way too much

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I copied your exam,
*And I failed too.

Roses are red,
This much is true,
Violets are violet,
NOT FREAKING BLUE!

Let's prance
Then dance
Let's run
And make fun
Let's cook
Then book
A flight
With a kite
Let's pick some flowers
And build some towers
Let's cry
Then try
To fix up
The mix-up
Let's be together
Forever and ever
Because you're my Best Friend
And on each other we can always *depend

My loads are heavy
And I need someone to talk to
But you're not here
And not even there
Where we use to paint
our dreams...

I'm that friend
Who you ask to the mall
On those weekends
Where it's so nice
And sunny
That everyone's at the beach.

I'm that friend
That you walk home
With
On days
Where everyone else
Has mountains of
Homework.

I'm the friend
That you ignore
When they text you
Because they're so
THICK
That they're
Too stupid
And
Desperate
To take the hint.

I will never be your first choice.
But I can settle for last.

If it means
Going to the mall
With you
On those weekends
Where it's so nice
And sunny
That everyone's at the beach.

If it means
Walking home
With you
On days
Where everyone else
Has mountains of
Homework.

And if it means
Getting that one text
Saying that
You
"Have to go"
And you'll
"Ttyl."

I'll settle for that.

She loved art
And she breathed
And ate
And slept art
And she radiated art
And art was her life

And we
All loved her
One hundred percent
And every
Girl
Was her
Best friend

And the priest
Doing the funeral
Hadn't met her.
But her parents
Paid him like he had.

And they told the priest
"She loved art
And she breathed
And ate
And slept art.
And she radiated art.
And art was her life."

And so that was what he
Told the
Congregation.


But when
A quiet person like her
Dies
No one ever finds out
That she
Hated art
But
In fact
She loved Forensic Science.