Final gasp of my best friend
Death in the air, time never ends.

Hot tears glide with contorted expressions
Shattered dreams crash in all directions.

Never more alone, world so much colder.
Longing to cry on her supportive shoulder.

Questions pounding in my mind
Why did she cross the yellow line?

Twisted metal, miracle to be alive
"Not for long," the doctor replied.

She recognized me, a tear in her eye
And whispered "Please don't cry."

My best friend.  My dead friend.
A life with drugs and alcohol has come to an end.