My Best Friend

The other night I had a dream about her.

I was searching for her and couldn't find her.

I can't recall ever actually seeing her in my dream.

But I knew.

I knew it was her that I was searching for.

I didn't find her.

I awoke in immense sadness and pain.

I've carried this with me for 6 years.

The pain has buried itself away over those 6 years.

Sometimes I go a long time with out thinking of her.

Then out of the blue something happens to make me think of her.

Usually it's big life events. When we bought our house. When I had Austin.

And then it's the dreams. Those are the worst of all.

I can place blame.

I can accept blame.

But it doesn't matter.

It hasn't mattered in 6 years.

I was feeling sad.

I guess I wanted to feel even more sad.

I opened the box and went digging.

And read the letter.

I miss her.

I think friendship is like a glass ornament.

Once broken it rarely goes back together the same way.

I had the glue out.

But she just swept the pieces up and threw them away

And never looked back.