If you remember on June 9th I had pretty sad news about my first and one of my best friends dieing. Today I was feeling depressed and wrote this quick short poem (Not perfected yet). I was 8 she was 85. And yet, despite the age difference we bonded. She was my best friend, my first and only. I loved her with all my heart and never felt lonely. The peace I felt with her is like no other. She was more then my best friend, she was like a mother. We were best friends for five years. Until the day she left and I was filled with tears. I couldn’t believe it. I broke into a crying fit. “God, oh god, why must you do this?” My heart is broken and I want just one last kiss. I want just one more hug. I want one more day sitting with her feeling safe and snug. Sadly, those days have now come to an end. And my heart has not even started to mend.