Ode To An Old Friend Poem by Evan Skora

For 13 years in the making we have been together,
Don’t you think it’s time we give in?
My last seams are beginning to tear,
I am weak, ripped, and old.


Since I was a baby you were mine,
My best friend
My greatest comfort.
Everyday I woke up with you covering me
So snuggly and warm,
I could lay there for hours.


But your 13 and you still need me,
Get a hold of yourself Evan!
I won’t last forever,
And neither will this friendship.


Please,
I can make this work.
We don’t have to fight like this everyday,
We’ve been together so long,
Too long perhaps that I can’t let you go.


I’m sorry,
I know this may be hard for you,
But face it,
Did you think this would last?
I don’t even cover you fully anymore,
Not without stretching me
And if you crumple up in a ball.


I am scared, nervous,
And alone.
Don’t leave me,
Not now.
I need something to hold close,
A friend to hug.


As much as I think so,
To part ways,
I won’t leave you,
Not this way.
Come close and wrap me around you,
Sleep and hold me tight


My friend,
You are true and kind,
These years were good,
Best of my life.
I see now that even though our friendship is clouded
By your white cloth,
Our lives are forever stitched into one.