my best friend's panicking and I
can't help even a smidge
she runs off and I follow her
down to the lakeside bridge
and, newly naked, she descends
as I stand idly by
she's beautiful, and this I know
but my eyes seek the sky

now past her panicked baptism,
my best friend grabs my hand
she tells me something and then asks
me if I understand
I nod my head and lie in white
but this just makes no sense
now clad in damp and chilly clothes
she beckons her best friend

we come up to my best friend's house
my hands, again, in hers
the inside party's muffled noise
reminds me of my curse
my best friend tells me words I hear
I'm frozen still in place
she puts her flavoured lips to mine
her fingers touch my face

as gentle as the summer breeze
as warm as summer night
I free myself and hold her close
no, this does not feel right
my best friend laughs - a lovely laugh -
but I don't understand
this isn't right, something is off
she lets go of my hand

I wake in bed a decade past
it must have been a dream
my mind is racing, screaming as
I'm staring at a screen
I'm dazed and I don't understand
I might have gone insane
I haven't seen my friend since then
the tension still remains