My Best Friend and I

freyaaa

My best friend and I
We have sleepovers in the summer.
We ask for another
And another
And another
Until we didn’t have a sleepover again.
My best friend and I
We walk around the neighborhood.
We walk
And walk
And walk
Until we never walked around the neighborhood again.
My best friend and I
We are close.
We drift further
And further
And further apart
Until we aren’t best friends anymore.

  • Author: freyaaa (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 16th, 2026 16:50
  • Comment from author about the poem: I’m back.. been in a slump for a whileee
  • Category: Friendship
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  • sorenbarrett

    This is a deliberate contradiction where who is thought to be a best friend over time is not any more. Whether growing apart or discovering that they never were it is a sad thing. A sad and lonely feel to this write

    • freyaaa

      Thanks so much!!

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome



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