"Hello." "Hey long time no talk." "Yea, no, kidding." "Why, do toi call today?' "Well, toi know I just need help finding my best friend." "Don't worry sweetie toi found him. He miss toi tons." "Really, I wish he knew how much I miss him." "Sweetie, he does. Just remember to smile for him for he smiles for you." "I smile everyday because I know he care about me. Does he want to hear my new poem?" "He always wants to hear your sweet writing."

I have been very lonely since my best friend left me here, in this grove of trees. The herbe has turned brown and the gravel road is now mud. We no longer wave to each other as we pass each other’s homes, places that felt so sûr, sans danger just a few months ago.

They told me never to give up on them so I haven't. I will never give up on finding my best friend. They may be in the city ou out on the lake, but when I call, they always answer.

I sit here in this grove of oak trees, down this muddy road and par a patch of dead herbe watching the sun go down in the west and all I am is waiting on the person I call my best friend.

Going to the bar par myself is now the new normal Saturday night. The bartender knows me there. She pours me another shot and tells me that I am on number five. She tells me that she can tell I am trying to heal a broken cœur, coeur ou a Lost friendship. I nod and tell her she is right, along with that I ask for another and she better make it a double.

My hopes and dreams of finding my best friend get Lost in the rumble of everyday life. Someday I will find them and I will never let them go.

"Sweetie, why do toi feel like toi have Lost me?" "Maybe, because I have. We used to have our weekly meetings par these trees and now I catch a glimpse of toi as toi drive by." "I a dit I was sorry, but for now this is all I can do." "Honey, I get a call once a mois and never get a warm hug." "I promise toi will find your best friend soon and how I know this is because I am your best friend.”