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The Day

The day it seemed so well
I had a smile upon my face
The only thing I needed that day
Was my best friend there with me.
I was going to call her
See if she wanted to hang at the mall
But she beat me to the phone.
The phone rang once
Maybe twice
I answered with joy
Only to have it destroyed.
Yes it was her
No she didnt want to go to the mall.
She had called
To let me know
Her Dad had passed on.
I felt her hurt
I shared her tears
I cried with her
And for her.
I had know her my whole life
She is my best friend
I still dont understand
Why that had to happen to her.
I ran to her house
I held her tight
And tried to be strong
So she could weep.
It killed me insided
To see her so sad
I wish I could have honestly told her
I knew what she was going through.
But she knew as well as I did
I do not.
If only you could have been there
And seen the hurt in her eyes.
I cry every time I remember it
And wish I had stayed
So I could have been there
To stop her
From killing herself
That night.

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Written March 11th, 2005

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