Backyard

She was dumped. 

She is my best friend.

My best friend dumped me because she was dumped by him.

She left, started her car. I didn't dare to ask where.

I dumped my boyfriend. He asked why? I said: I won't tell

I'm now walking in her sad, sad shoes.

She came back.

Caught me in her black shoes.

Grabbed my arm and hugged me.

She didn't say why either.

Her eyes didn't look like she's been crying.

A beautiful scene of dry lashes and hazel eyes.

On my shirt she wept, momentarily after I said: It's OK. I still love you.

I can't let go and she can't let go.

We both need to be held. We didn't care by what or by whom.

Just held.

My chin is in a coma over her head. And her head almost flew.

It was us, our wet lashes and the backyard. 

That is all I knew existed.