My Best Friend

Peering under shield, her white blanket Engulfed in years of dust, I found a friend. Her warm, gentle face Smiling before saying hello The pathways into her soul were glistening, Reflecting the lonely sun towering high above her frail frame. They drew me in...without question, without demand. No requirements. Those pathways knew everything. My every weakness, my doubts, My past, my wonders, my dreams, My feelings on life and love... She listened, understood, and knew what it all meant to me. Her figure was tranquil and silent As her brown orbs walked into mine, Curing my hollow form. No interruptions, no judgments. The reassuring curve of her lips promised she'd stay at my side. Out of nature, my hand reached out to this friend To show her that I cared, To pull her to my side and whisper How grateful I am towards her, How important she is to me, How much I needed her. The soft fingertips of my hand slowly crept their way down, Our actions in perfect sync, Only to find a happy tear in between our fingers. I realized... she was real. She was true. She was my best friend. A gust of wind tugged at our hair slightly, Ruffling the white blanket on the ground, The one that shielded her beautiful frame Inside the lonley, reflecting mirror.