Lost

I hear her voice, her weathered voice, Over this cold piece of plastic. And on this day, this sunny day, It seems like she’s here right beside me. I speak lovingly, speak so comfortingly, And her mind, today, seems clear. She’s fine now, I think, just fine now I think, Perhaps, a moment too soon. And just as I’d found her, right after I found her, Her presence just faded away. Her strength quickly withered, so quickly it withered, Her phone dropped, and somehow I knew. This short conversation, that days conversation, Would be all, that good-bye would do. But it wasn’t final, a far cry from final, And cry, we did, as they do. A few days after, just a few days after, The celebration of my beginning, arrived her end. And then suddenly, so suddenly, I was alone, without my best friend.