Friend
Sitting on the bed
talking to a friend.
Sharing memories
and starting new ones.
Tell your darkest secrets
over a milk shake.
Growing bonds is
what it makes.
Holding hands on the beach
cuddling on the couch.
A friend to turn to
when the world has turned on you.
Receiving odd stares
when talking to you.
I just laugh it off
and walk right through.
My friend is
the unseen kind.
With no reflection
or shadow.
According to most
my friend is a ghost.
Copyright © Cory Long | Year Posted 2011
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