“a girl's best friend gets shot with a ABCB patterns”

Beneath the cotton-candy sky she stands alone,  
A playground echo lingers, faint but true,  
Her friend's bright laughter now a ghostly tone,  
The world is cracked in places where light once shone through.

Together every morning, side by side they'd wait,  
A hopscotch square, a whispered dream, a painted shoe,  
But yesterday grew heavy with the weight of fate,  
A siren's cry unraveling the summer's blue.

She clutches memory’s ribbon, thin and torn,  
A friendship bracelet faded at its end,  
Her voice too small to carry all the thorns  
Of “why” and “how” and missing her dear friend.  

Yet from the hush, hope’s gentle branches start,  
Love’s quiet promise: wounds may someday mend,  
She bears her friend's bright laughter in her heart,  
Remembering always—the love that does not end.

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