To Ana, and the Friendship We'd Never Forget

As a wise fool, I thought I had the world in the palm of my hand

that it's all good and could touch each soul in my span.

No longer a boy but still not a man 

wanting to help others in any way I can.

I met a girl, brown eyes named Ana

white Vans, blue jeans, cream flannel.

I broke the ice, hello, said wassup

a  little too forward and you punched me in the gut.

Remember that? that's what I'm hoping

It was that day your face started glowing.

She was a perfect dichotomy

The cute smile that stuck with me.

But how could a soul that could never hurt a fly

wear a mask full of grief and lies.

You were the best friend I always wanted, the sister I never needed.

And every day without you felt like the whole world ended.

Last month, I caught you in the back with the books

Walked up and never forget that look.

Brown eyes turned red, tired of weeping

Cheeks soaked in tears couldn't tell how she was feeling.

You screamed for me to leave but my feet couldn't budge

I started to cry and asked, "What's going on with you bud?"

You said nothing but the cuts on your arms said it all

It told me why you were here, wrapped into a ball.

I took a big gulp, clenched my fist, and held back my tears

"It's gonna be all right... because I am here"

I said to you, hugging you from the back

Sitting there for hours, with the wise words I lacked

The last day of school came so fast we hardly even knew though

so came the end of our dynamic duo.

I pulled you to the side to the spot on that day, uh

and wrote you a poem like Pac did for Jada.

One last hug to the life I can't regret

To Ana, and the friendship we'd never forget.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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