Wine bottle in hand,
she drunk danced on the edge
of the floating dock.
A setting sun-kissed silhouette,
she wore my sweater
a size too large for her slender frame.
She wore an easy peace
a size too small for the chaos she caused.
She extended an open hand.
I stared at the wood.
She twirled and laughed
at the sky.
The only trouble I ever wanted,
she lied
and called me replaceable. Then,
she cried
and called me
when life was unbearable.
I was the calm
before the storm
that followed her.
I was the silence in the space
between her flashing lightning
and her crashing thunder.
I was the stillness in the eye
of the tempest
that rushed around her.
I was the best
least important
friend she had.
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