Poem: Best Friend

I wrote this poem some time ago. Now online in blog form.

"I am your goodbye, always on your lips
never really in your heart"

Was just searching through Google. This one seems to be the closest thing in my head when re-reading the poem.  "Evening Coffee Shop" by Dmitri Danish

Best Friend

Coffee shop at eleven thirty
I should just keep quiet
And die on the inside
As you graze my soul with your ignorance
With a rough high five and cheering you on
As he takes you on dates and I find ways
To have our own by talking about these dates
As you drink your cup, I wish I was your cup
Sleek and caressing your lips

Twelve sharp and you flood our time
On how he held your hand and how you smiled
I feign joy and pride for you and your boy
Hoping to say all that you are to me
But I keep my peace seeing how you are
With that smile that just melts my heart
As you hold your phone firmly
Waiting for his goodnight text
I wish I was that phone
Held tight and staring into my face

One thirty and stories start to wither
Now diverting to our times and our places
I thank God for no more cameos
That just shadow me away
I tremble praying your next date disastrous
But that would just tarnish that smile
And break my spirit into pieces
And you bid me goodnight, goodbye
I am your goodbye always on your lips
Never really in your heart