Dear
friend;
No one
listens like you. You are always there when I need you.
You accompany
me in my dire need to blow up steam;
Or when
am confused or feeling blue…
You do
not take much space. You do not ask for anything in return.
You understand
the wounds & worry I hold deep inside.
Oh friend,
mon semblable!
You are
a bit rough round the edges with a soul made of lead & words that appear
like magic-
even though
you need polishing before every word you say- your companionship is necessary.
You sink
with me when I drown only to raise me again when you touch my hand.
Am grateful
to you old pal of mine
I hope
you stick by me till the end…
Faithfully
yours,
Z.
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