Best Friends


Best Friends
Sent a thousand e-mails,
You didn’t reply to one.
Made a thousand phone calls,
You didn’t answer one.

Wrote a thousand letters,
That I would never send.
Filled with grief, filled with sorrow,
Would this be the end?

Of all the giggles, all the secrets,
All the food that we shared?
Would you leave me
Feeling lonely and sad?

And then came the news,
You’d had an accident.
I went out of concern
For my (ex-) best friend.

And, wonder of wonders, I beheld
A completely new girl.
‘I’m Sorry’ written
In every feature and curl.

We hugged, we cried, at the thought
Of the friendship that had been saved.
The road to a stronger relationship
Had just been paved.

I left with a skip in my walk,
And a song in my heart.
And thanked the Almighty
For driving us apart.

For it showed us the beauty of friendship
It showed us the power of pain.
And it taught two young girls
To be best friends again.
Anugraha Venugopal

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