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

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