Bestfriend
I dream of you.
Standing next to a car with leather seats that became too hot in the summer.
With eyes, golden as the embers in a fire
With arms, hugging me tightly
With lips. that kissedmy forehead when I was sick
With words, that made me feel like the happiest kid alive
Then,
Nothing,
When I dream of you now, I see black and feel cold
Warmth is no problem, and dirt is your bestfriend
This poem is about:
My family