My Friend

I miss my friend, my special friend,
Your gentle voice when life grows hard,
Your unspoken look of understanding,
Your encouraging nod that all will be well,
Your smile that said what’s broken can be fixed.

I miss my friend, my special friend,
Your warm and forgiving hands on mine,
The bump of your hip under the blanket,
Your face in the light of your phone,
Your chatter into the last silent moment,
What am I supposed to do without you?

I dreamed this dream of my friend gone dead,
A dream of aching pain and loss,
I wanted to try it on to see if I could wear it,
I could not as I rolled down the rabbit hole,
Ever deeper, ever darker, ever more lost,
I won’t live without my friend, my special friend.