I am a girl's best friend.
She pours all her thoughts, feelings, secrets, and treasured moments out to me
and I always listen.
I must.
Then she leaves me alone for a while.
I sit on a ledge high as heaven, it seems, waiting impatiently,
and even though it's been a while since I've heard from her,
I listen once more,
Because she trusts me.
And occasionally, I tell her the things she said and has long since forgotten, back to her,
in times that she is joyous, tearful, or feeling drowned by a wave of nostalgia.
I've caught her tears and made her smile and laugh, only in remembrance.
I watch her grow up and hen,
on the happiest day of her life,
She solemnly lays me in a brown box and puts me in the dark
without the need of my eternal memory
and leaves me until the heavens will open again.
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