"You're Home, Best Friend"

Twenty-four months ago,

the phone was pushed against my ear,

and my mama listened to me

garble, choke, sputter, garble, choke, sputter

all the words I didn't say to him.

Time passed, and I stretched my arms.

I learned to open my heart to people and life,

and when it was too much,

I'd bury my face in my little dog's fur

up in the mountains

and the sun would rise again

so I could wake up.

With the end of two beautiful years,

America is calling my best friend home.

I always thought I'd be there

to see him.

But life rarely uses your calendar.

And I am

so very curious to see

where this road takes us,

if his path

finds mine again.

I get to discover you

all over again,

best friend.

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