Each morning you woke, to the smell of fresh juice and eggs, While I scrounged up some cereal from an empty box. You’d try to pick an outfit from your closet, but there were too many things you liked to wear. And each day I would try to mend the few clothes that I had. I watched you walk across the room, your shiny hair never needed to be washed, While my uneven, shaggy cut always needed a nice shampoo. Your smile always outshone mine… Yet, we were still the best of friends. I never longed to be you, for I didn’t mind my life, And we were both happy, Until one day, your happiness left as quickly as it came. No more eggs for breakfast, it hurt too much to smell them, No more home-made lunches, for there was no one to make them. The smile you always wore is now replaced by an emptiness of tears.
Reason for writing:
My best friends mothers death really hurt me, because she was such an inspirational person. I wrote this for her.
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