My Best Friend

by Cherrie F.
(Holmen)

The water flows between the trees,
As I lay my head on my knees.
I sit here alone on this cold night,
My sadness has reached the top of its height.
Two hours ago I walked into my best friend’s place,
He was nowhere to be seen, and that was a problem I had to face,
I called his name, but there was no answer,
I swept silently through his house, graceful as a dancer.
Finally, when there was only one room left,
I quickly and quietly crept.
I propped open the door,
And standing there, I froze to my core.
Laying on the bed
Was his body, cold and dead.
Someone had slit his throat,
And next to him I found a note.
I took the note and ran away.
There was nothing left to say.
I called the cops, of course, you see,
But I took the note and continued to flee,
To our secret place, where I now sit,
Where my heart was is now only an open pit.
I knew he was here next to me,
I knew he was, but he let me be.
So that’s the story, now I cry,
Looking at the note, wondering what’s inside.
I unfold the paper carefully,
I read the words dare fully,
All it said was my name and, “I love you, forever and always. I’m sorry.
Signed, Your Best Friend That Broke The Promise To Never Leave You Behind.