Sunrise

I had spent the night at my best friend's house.
We never actually went to sleep.
Because, for some reason
We began talking about life in general.
About friendships, deaths, dying, suicide, and then out most carefully guarded secret:
Out dysfunctional families.
Before long I began telling her about my mom,
How she had abused me,
How much I hated her.
Things I had never told anyone before
Not even my dad.
Things I had mentally blocked out.
She reciprocated, telling me about how her family was not at all
The perfect family I had always thought it had been.
I guess no one really does life
The American Dream after all.
Or if they do,
It's not all it's cracked up to be.
That cold, rainy night I learned that there was someone
That I could tell anything to,
The only truly best friend I had ever had.
As I said before, we never went to sleep.
We Stayed up all night talking
And at one point I said,
"Hey, look... the sun is about to rise."
Neither of us, not being morning people at all,
Had never watched a sunrise.
We walked outside.
I still remember how cold it was.
Our breaths formed clouds in the crisp morning air
That lingered and clung to our lips.
I remember the shapes of reds, yellow, blues, and purple that streaked the sky
And how we could hear birds chirping somewhere nearby.
I remember the sunrise, and being there with my best friend.

By A.D.