Well, I'll try to do as good as Britt with this one I wrote when my best friend moved.
The Day She Said She Was Leaving
It was on the day of St. Patrick,
The day of luck,
That I had a very unlucky experience.
My best friend,
Whom had gotten sick for a week,
Went and told me she was leaving.
The truth hit me like an atom bomb,
And tears soon filled my eyes.
This pain was no stranger to my heart,
Yet it hurt just as much as the first time.
She said that I couldn’t understand,
The sadness felt when she heard the news.
I told her I probably understood
Better than she thought.
As she couldn’t see me,
She didn’t know the emotions that played
Across my face
And in my heart.
First, there was shock.
And after came denial.
The third was anger.
And finally the hurt came and
Swallowed me up.
My head didn’t break the surface
In the water of darkness,
And I struggled to stay afloat
While I wallowed in misery.
I opened up so much to my friend,
There was always a possibility she was leaving,
But I thought that God couldn’t,
Wouldn’t force me to feel the same betrayal.
So now I am just dreading
The next two months,
Praying there is some way she can stay.
She will miss so many things.
My birthdays,
Summer parties,
Hanging out poolside,
Being sophomores, juniors, and seniors together.
Graduating...
As I dwell upon these future things,
The hurt returns to stab me again.
My birthdays, another piece of my heart taken,
Summer parties, suddenly the warmth is gone,
Hanging out poolside, there is suddenly just a shadow next to me,
Being sophomores, juniors, and seniors together,
All I see is myself and nobody else,
Graduating, I see just a small diploma and no
Anticipation to move on.
Due to this excruciating hurt,
I will no longer believe anyone if they say
They will be here for me forever.
I can’t seem to dodge this obstacle that I have tried
To dodge ever since my first friend moved to Washington.
Ever since then, each time it has been harder
And harder to find a rope to hang on to in this
Test of strength.
Sadly, I cannot say I will ever
Be able to forgive God for this.
Nothing is set in stone,
Nothing is set in stone,
Everything eventually loses its happiness,
And eventually everything dies.