My best friend takes up space in my heart like a big sofa
that I forgot to measure properly for my lounge room. It fills most of the room but it’s warm, it’s cosy and it’s my favourite place.
My best friend knows the words on the tip of my tongue before I can work out what they are, and makes them sound better than if I’d sung them as my favourite song.
My best friend lifts me up onto their shoulders and leaves me in the clouds. They shoot arrows from below, if they can’t float up there with me.
My best friend lets me sleep in a little longer and wakes me up with sunshine, coffee and toast with raspberry jam.
My best friend lets me know them like no one else and drives off into the sunset with me at the end of every dream.Return to issues