Rachel

You Were

You were always there,

My shoulder to cry on.

My light at the end of the tunnel,

My hope when all was lost.

I poured my feelings out to you

You were always such a good listener.

You were my first love

You were also my friend.

But, every good story has an ending.

I reached the end,

No more pages to read.

And that\'s when I knew

All the hope you had given me was lost.

For you did not exist past that last sentence-

I guess that\'s the problem when your only friend exists in a novel.