It’s so hard to be your friend.
I know. I’ve tried for years.
Time and time and yet again
We’ve languished over bitter
tears.
Times of sore frustration
I could clock you to the
ground. Then
Considered situation of
Not having you around.
Times of panic when it seemed
The whole world was our foe.
Simple odd-lot soul mates
teamed
To weather out the flow.
Often times in anger
Muted conversation reigned.
But never was there danger
That we wouldn’t speak again.
Whether others share our
cares
Is simply not our business.
We are multi-millionaires in
This freelance forgiveness.
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