THE SIGHT
It was
A vision
That
I beheld.
A sight
So glad.
Wandering
In the
Garden,
Was my.
Best friend.
Running
To her
We greeted
Each other...
A hello
Of two
Difficult kinds
Passed
Between
Us.
Mine, a
Happy one
Her's a
Reservered.
I felt my
Face
Fall.
I wanted
My best
Friend
To be glad
To see
Me,
She was not.
Shaking my
Head
I turned
Away
Pushing
The vision
Out of
My mind
I blinked
My eyes
To rid
Me of
The sight.
No one
Needs
A best friend
That is
Is not
Happy to
See them!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
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