(and closest friend)
I felt like I could tell her anything
(And I did. tell her. everything)
With such an abrupt ending
To a phase I thought would last
I've hardly processed the sting
To the things that are now our past.
A pressing moment Weighs on the poet To finish her sentence As she currently knows it Urgency quietly calls Through paper-made walls In a form that makes sense Of the daily rises and falls If left unfinished, it never will be For the way life unfolds so quickly.