Questions of a Lost Best friend

So I just sit here. Wondering if you miss me..
As much as I miss you...

More than sisters we were...
Two souls destined to inhabit one friendship.
A friendship we let slip right through our fingers.

I stared at your turned back as you walked away.
As the knife of betrayal pierced right into my spine;
Struggling with all I had to hold the tears back.
Eventually, I gave in.

Nights, endless with pain as my tears salted the surface of my cheeks.

Days I waited for a return.
A sign.
Something to know of your guilt...your grief...

Aimlessly my waiting failed,
as i gave into the nothingness you showed.
I had already been replaced.

Why?

What had i done so wrong for you to condemn me to this hurt...? This betrayal?
Had I meant so little to you?
Why...?

But I still miss you, somehow.
The laughs, the tickles, the Disney movies, and the popcorn.
The pajama's, the teddy bear birthday presents, and the nails.

All that is kicked down with me as I watch you up on your pedestal, looking down upon me.

I didn't want to let go,
but you pushed me too hard.
Now my knees are scraped, and my heart is bruised.
it may seem like a small injury, but why is it that I haven't healed yet?

Is it because I could never replace you? It is because I'll never let someone fill your space? Is it because you were such a big part of my life, that the loss makes me feel so small?

These things, I'll never know.
But what I know is that I still love you,
and I'll never forget you...
My Best Friend.