I'm still shaking away the reality.
Reality that one day I'll look frantically for you,
Searching wretchedly, yearning to persevere.
I'm still wiping the tears.
Tears that tear me apart with each briny, saline sting,
Knowing that eyes will bleed from the scarring wound.
I'm still swallowing the truth.
Truth that some day I'll be the faltering haze watching you go,
And remembering you will shatter me like glass.
I'm still savoring the memories.
Memories that singe the heart's bemoaning melody
Because it hasn't come yet. It hasn’t come, yet.
And when it does, I'll know it.
For you were, and will always be, my best friend.
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This is a poem I am working on editing and revising. One of my friends
may move away to a different country and I want to give her words that
will remind her that no matter how far away we are, she's still my best
friend.

