Loss of a Best Friend

My Best Friend. My soul sister. 
My laughter. My joys.
A part of my life that only exists in the foys.
Or in the zestful memories of our distant ploys. 

We laughed lots. We ate lots and we talked lots more. 
We were uni students and we were painfully poor.
Life was a party and secularity was never a thought.
We never embraced popularity as each other was destiny fought. 

We had each other. We had the bond.
We had the loyalty despite the snarls.
We had a laughter riot not far from Mars
Our friendship was real and never a farce

We had each other. We had the magic wand. We lived in our little pond 
We rarely wanted a outsider or to to gradually defond

We shared a sister tribe hood that had the strength of a dozen teamed army.

When we walked together we caused a ruckus. 
We indeed had a secret code that remained on our two of a clique puckers.

Others wondered and they pondered.
What do they talk about. Why do they lark about.

Why are they so joyful? 
Why do they remain in carefree wonderful?

We liked the mystery we created. 
We enjoyed attention from the boys who tried to become our mated.

We talked. We giggled and we learnt.
We burnt some bridges. We learn to be dissident. 

While we walked through life hood, 
We strengthened our sisterhood.

It was always a feel good game. 
Two days were never the boring same. 

Never was there a last. About the past. 
About the world and about the cruel nature of the people mould.
We had a urgency that had to be told. 

Those were the written days that we were suppose to share. 
Indeed they happened and indeed we both fared. 

Now there is a forever dull void.
I try to ignore it. I try to live through it. 
I try to see it as a mind toy. A destroy ploy. 

I try to see the path ahead and not the one I have left behind and said.

There are friendships scattered today. They are for the being.
Why do they feel comparatively less than. Why do seem a two penny feeling?

I walk this path solemnly and I miss her friendship truly
I miss my best friend. I miss her foolishly.

I ache to give her converted crown to another. But life has not been kind enough in rather.
Soul connections are only found the once. Trying hard to make another will be the nonce. 

I sometimes wonder if she misses me too. I am sure she does and misses those days too. 

I hope the universe will be kind and bring us back together
After all friends like us were ultimately two regal birds of a golden feather.