Not as the Best, Just a Friend

A mirrored image, warped and wrong,
Reflected back, where I belonged.
Your best friend’s face, a silly grin,
But in the glass, it’s only been,

A friend, one more within the fold,
A heart that yearned for something bold.
We shared secrets, whispers light,
But in your world, I wasn’t quite,

The chosen one, the closest soul,
Just laughter’s echo, taking hold.
The sting of truth, a whispered sigh,
Friendship’s garden, vast and high.

Though blooms may differ, bathed in sun,
A single rose, or one by one,
A field of faces, bright and kind,
In yours, a place I’ll surely find.

Not as the best, just a friend
Your best friend’s face, a silly grin.