A little girl’s dream is to be saved by a handsome prince,

And the romantic thought has certainly crossed my mind,

More than once. But there’s a bigger dream,

That I’ve spent my whole life trying to find.

There’s nothing more powerful, more wholesome than

A best friend, who’d come to your house to play.

Who’d sip their pretty tea while you played waiter,

Who’d listen to all your rambles every day.

Who’d gush and complain about boys with you,

Who would protect you when that bully came near.

Who’d knock on your door unprompted

When your birthday would stop here.

A little girl’s worst nightmare is to be strung along,

Ghosted, but heart full of hope,

That her best friend would arrive on those bicycle wheels,

Saying “Hi”, but instead saying “Nope.”

Or worse, saying nothing at all,

Just stand there, a shadow of the past

Haunting me, my heart sick, stricken with pain and regret and rot,

Leaving me nothing to do but ask,

“What was the point?”