Best Friends

Life is short. Live it. 

T

***

I’m on Michigan Av

Sitting on the steps

which lead to

The Chicago Art Institute.

There is a lovely

young lady playing her violin

and with each string

that she strokes with her bow,

I feel as if she’s revealing

my heart’s hymn.

Her music speaks of  truths

and broken hearts,

happy times and lovers’ quarrels,

summer warmth and the cold wind…

As the wind plays with my hair

and the sun kisses my skin

my thoughts lead to a tale

I once heard

about this boy and a girl.

They knew each other since her birth,

Best friends from the beginning,

chosen by one another for life.

He attended her wedding

and she danced at his.

They saw each other through

the heartaches prior to then,

all the difficulties of their marriages.

Even their kids grew up to be

best friends,

played together on the street,

sat side by side in grades two and three.

And when she got sick,

he went to her and stayed by her side,

despite the raised eyebrows

of her husband and his wife.

One day, close to her end,

he was sitting beside her,

and holding her hand,

she opened her eyes and asked

“Why do you remain here, by my side?”

He raised her hand to his lips,

as a tear rolled down his cheek.

She waited for him to speak.

When he gathered enough courage to talk,

he raised his eyes to meet her puzzled gaze and said

“I’ve loved you my entire life.

You are my best friend.

Here you lie, fighting for your life,

as I sit helpless with one huge regret.”

He paused there

while she caught her breath and his tears fell.

He spoke again,

much softer this time and said

“My whole life,

I longed for you to be mine.

I was too scared to tell you how I feel,

and now that you’re here I think of

how different both of our lives may have been

if I had just told you that

from the very beginning.”

She too was crying now

trying hard to catch her breath

for the words he just spoke

touched her to her core.

They sat in silence for a while,

looking into each other’s eyes.

When she finally spoke,

her voice was clear.

“I too have also loved you from the very beginning.

My whole life I longed to be with you

but I too was scared

to speak my truth.

My time is running out

and we can’t go back to change anything

so instead of regretting the time we didn’t spend,

Let’s enjoy our right now.

When I leave this place and our kids are of age,

I want you to sit them down and tell them this story

so that they don’t repeat our mistakes.”

He nodded his head

for he couldn’t speak.

He couldn’t believe that he spoke his truth

at the age of forty-three.

Almost half of his life passed in fear and now

it’s too late

because his best friend is leaving.

As they stayed in her final moments,

before she closed her eyes,

he whispered

“I love you”

in her ear

over a thousand times.

And as her breathing got shallower

his voice became louder.

She opened her eyes

one last time,

said “I love you”

and let out

her final sigh.

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About arainbowintheclouds

Hello! Thank you for visiting my page! *** About me? I am a woman who constantly seeks knowledge and experiences which feed my soul, make me think, feel, reflect and learn. I seek, respect, love and live the TRUTH. Whatever it is, however it's packaged, whomever it comes from, wherever I find it. I love intellectual conversations and I LOVE LIVING! * Background: I obtained two degrees back-to-back while working as a pharmacy technician. I competed as a fitness model during the last two years of my second degree and was involved in the fitness industry for some time. I had written poetry and stories when I was younger but had put it all on hold during my studies. After spending a few years getting back to T, I decided to share my writing with the world. *** Sending positive energy your way! *** T *** PS Feel free to leave a comment or send me a message! **** ALL posts © Copyright of Tamara Nikic as dated. View all posts by arainbowintheclouds

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