Her and I
By: Ashley Haberberger
The night was icy, but I didn’t mind. A flute in your hand, an old harp in mine.
It’s easy to overlook the ties that bind.
We sat in the rain, sheltered by a pine.
There we lay, next to the rushing water. We shared our thoughts on our families.
We laughed and we joked, daughter to daughter.
She told me about her future fantasies.
She wanted to leave, while I wanted to stay.
“Why would anyone want to live in this town?”
I promised her that I wouldn’t get in her way.
She smiled at me, “Maybe I’ll stick around.”
I hope she does, I mean, she’s my best friend.
Maybe, we’ll stay together ‘til the end.
Writer's Statement: I've always been moved by personal pieces, and my goal is to create something that stirs up that same feeling in my audience. I hope people who've struggled with religion, their sexuality, relationships, or finding themselves can relate to my work.