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You Didn't Know You Were My Best Friend

December 10, 2020
By KylieHubbard BRONZE, Hemet, California
KylieHubbard BRONZE, Hemet, California
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My paint on the outside was chipped

and the wallpaper of my rooms was ripped

As I heard my wooden floors creak

the water pipe in the kitchen leaked

I’m a rickety house, slowly falling to my knees

that rests quietly on the corner of Chestnut Street

But despite all of these things that would bring me to defeat

it could never outweigh the parts that make me complete

Like the sound of laughter and the songs we sang

and the taste of the home-cooked dinners we ate

And remember those times mom and dad let us stay

up late those nights when you had school the next day?

When you were younger we would play pretend

Playing those games, oh’ the hours we’d spend…

As if time had no meaning

we’d spend our time dreaming

I still take time to try to comprehend

that all that fun we had would come to an end


I can’t help but chuckle when I stop to think

of the time your mother was soaked after you spilled your drink

Now that I think about it, you were only four

yet you laughed so hard you were rolling on the floor

Then there was preschool, it was your first day

You grabbed your lunch and you were on your way

I was so anxious that our time together was done

I didn’t realize was that our making of memories had just begun

It was the fifth of October of 2005

Your tenth birthday had finally arrived

You had all the friends that you’d made at school 

come hang out in the backyard pool

Highschool seemed to come only weeks after that

I was oblivious to all the time that had passed

You were excited to take this new step

but it was something hard for your parents to accept

I remember the night you got ready for prom

and your date came to the door and reached out his arm

You said your goodbyes as you two went off

and there I sat feeling my heart go soft


The last day I saw you, you didn’t even see

how much it hurt that you were leaving me

I could see all the boxes stacked in your room

making their way out since you were leaving soon

I tried to tell you that I didn’t want you to go

but no matter what I did you couldn’t know

You opened the door with the last few things in hand

I tried to scream and yell but you didn’t understand

You walked down the driveway and got in the car

You drove off and now I don’t know where you are

I remain here alone feeling depressed

Our memories are the only thing I have left

You never came back, I waited for years

My eyes are dry because I’ve cried all my tears

I’m only your old, ugly house in the end

How could you have known that you were my best friend?


The author's comments:

This was a piece that I wrote for an English assignment. We had free choice of what we wanted to write, and I had no clue what I was going to do. I spent a couple of days thinking through different ideas and settled on this. It is about a house with emotions and the family, which is oblivious of this, that lives in it. The house is there in all of the family memories and feels like it is a part of the child's life. The house watches the child grow up, and in the end, she moves away, leaving the house alone. It is a one-sided friendship between the house and the child, and since it is only a house, there was no way for it to express that friendship. When the now-grown child moves away, the house is lonely and saddened that child never knew of the friendship between them. It is a different perspective and take on friendship and growing up.


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