Best Friend Breakup

It was 3 o'clock on a Friday afternoon,

Her face is open and sincere as she stands on my porch,

Her thick blonde hair spilling down her back,

catching the sun rays at the tips.

She says the words “I’m sorry”

And then “I miss you so much” and my heart

Squeezes inside of me, lifting its head from

The dirt that she had subjected it to for so many months.

Relief overwhelms me like a rushing sigh and we embrace.

This was everything I ever wanted.

The porch fades away and we are alone, floating in the sky

Stars pooling around us.

My eyes snap open, my sheets tangling my arms and legs

Choking my dream

That I knew would never come true.