For My Best Friend Poem by Anisa Tara

I stay up late in thought of you,
Burning incense to the god of sorrow.
Morning comes, I dry my eyes,
Till my devotion is due tomorrow.

Perhaps one day the phone will ring,
And a voice will speak on the other end.
Perhaps I will hear the hello,
Of a dearly missed friend.

Perhaps you will say I am forgiven,
Because I have paid all my dues.
The god of sorrow will then release me,
To live without the thought of you.