Ode to a best friend


You are that

Missing edge of me,

The last crumb of,

This digestive biscuit

A part I needed,

And now I hold,

Like the last fragment

Of a smashed Horcrux.


You are the corner

Chipped and sticky taped

Back to the rim of a pair

of broken spectacles,

That wayward glint, once lost

The pounds wasted and shred

From Nicole’s tight, tanned stomach.

Yet, like the moon and stars,

We shall rise together again,

Stronger, firmer, than we

Stand alone.


Shadows will not fall

When I am here, and you are there.

Thoughts constantly collide

Despite the distance and hindering time.

The clip-clop of satin boots,

Fragile, meaningful. You.




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