My best friend died last night. I held her hand As her life slipped into eternity Helpless to plug the dike that held back death. I ached to share some of my life's energy With her, As we had shared so much in the past, But the breath of life is An encapsulated commodity, a non transferable asset. Instead, I shared my spirit Confident that my love Could bridge the abyss of eternity. I talked, I reminisced, then finally I wept As the dike gave way. My best friend died last night, Though we were friends Since I was a child I never called her by her first name. I always called her Mom.
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