Dear Best Friend
To the numbered days when you were my person and I, yours
Do you still remember
Our first year
Away from home?
We were 17, the world was still green
I filmed your very first snowfall
You screamed when I kissed a boy
I don’t know if I ever told you
But during that time
I found another home
In you
Sometimes I still think about
The quiet summer nights back in ‘19
We would sit in the grass
Aimlessly scouring for lucky clovers
Surrendering to life
For turning out this way
When you’d catch my
Every heartbreak
With bleeding knuckles
And I’d sew your
Every wound
With tired fingers
Those were the days we
Leaned on each other
When lovers proved themselves
Unsteady
