BFFs

our friendship is a memory

a rug pulled out from under me

a light brown rectangle

on a dark wooden floor

unprotected and exposed

i remember how we stood

on rainbow fibers woven

just below our shoes—caught the

dirt as we shuffled through,

held it like the best kind do—

back then, i thought no one could know

just how it felt to be so close,

and how it felt to love you most

i never felt you letting go

i’ll always miss your

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