Friendship is
Deep and complicated
Born out of long hours
Time on the ground
Creating a space safe
For vulnerability
For being ourselves
In these faces
I see hours of investment
Theirs and mine
Hours of listening and hearing
Hours of trying to understand
Some are more precious
Because of their constancy
Their loyalty
How they can be counted on
When a friend walks away
There is nothing
You can do to stop her
Because friendship has to be
Voluntary
And Honest
And Real
To be friendship at all
And these four?
They stick it out
They love me well
They make my life richer
And sweeter
And fuller
They remind me of the things
I’ve forgotten
They have lived the moments
Of my life with me
And shared their own as well
They make the time
They know my story
They help me remember
Who I want to be
And love me when I fail
They are my bosom friends
My besties
My support system
My shoulders to cry on
They are constant
And steady
In words and silence
Always there
I love this. And I love you.