Prose Poems

My Best Friend

By: Madeline Pitts

When my dad picked us up from my mom’s house on a day that wasn’t Thursday, I knew something was wrong because when I got in the car, I could see the devastating look on his face. Tears started to fill up in his already red eyes, and that’s when I knew that something was really wrong, because that was the first time I had seen my father cry. When he finally built up the courage to talk, the words that came out of his mouth made my heart sink into my stomach and I knew my life would never be the same. You were gone. My best friend and favorite person in the world, he said that you fought really hard to stay here with us but you were in too much pain. And now you were in a better place looking over us and were no longer in pain. We sat in despair for what felt like an eternity, until it was time for my dad to take us back; life still went on, but I could never get rid of the void that your death left in my life.