She was always supposed to be there,
hold my hand all the way.
She was the one who knew what to do,
who always knew the right thing to say.
Boys were never an issue,
cause she was the one who got me through it all.
Made my line sound busy,
so I wouldn’t sit and wait for them to call.
Friendships are supposed to last forever,
yet she was more of a sister then a friend.
Someone I looked up to,
I never expected it to end.
We would sit on the bed, our feet dangling,
giggling about our wedding days.
She was the one who was supposed to walk me down the aisle,
give good wishes, and send me on my way.
I walked that aisle without her,
yet it wasn’t my wedding day.
I walked down that aisle cautiously,
not yet sure what I would say.
I looked at her lying there, her blue eyes gently closed,
and quietly begin to cry.
Sixteen isn’t supposed to be a time of sadness,
especially not one of goodbye.
