The Constant Best
I talk to you some days
Other days you’re not there
Then I’m alone with my thoughts
It gets dark in the mornings
You weren’t family
You had an option
Yet you chose to stay
Now you’re my everything
If I were to describe you
I’d say you complement my crazy
By being a square, just kidding
We have our moments
Like that one time
Under your brown covers
I made you graffiti
Little did I know, it’d be a metaphor
Those doodles sprawled across your canvas
Like the thoughts in my head
Expressed freely, even the deep, dark ones
That make me too human
I love singing with you
Despite not having the voice for it
Because you make me believe I do
It means more to me than you know
We might have been responsible
For the extinction of the hoop-ring-water game
And a tiny explosion
But look at the story we got out of it
Cheers to our illegal future plans
Those temporary tattoos you gave my skin
The surprises that almost led to mini heart attacks
The unlimited puns and innuendos
Our souls are married
We give each other firsts
We fight and get closer
Create lasting memories and love
On that last day by the bus
Of life as we knew it
I swallowed your orange ice lolly whole
To brain freeze that moment
We’ve been apart only to realise
We’ll stay together forever
Who is a best friend?
I can think of a million answers
Someone life’s too short to pretend to like
Someone you want to punch while hugging
But the truth is when I hear those two words
I always think of only you.
Udita Mukherjee is a 21 year old from Kolkata, India. She has won several international writing contests. Her pieces have been published in a literary magazine edited by Ruskin Bond. The first play she wrote was selected by Bombay Theatre Company for The Theatre Project 2020.
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