My Friend.


My Friend…
I don’t talk to you often.
Even when you are just a click away.
I have missed you rarely.
That rarity now, happens often.
 
My Friend…
I bank upon you.
After my parents, I’ve learned to trust only you.
I show it rarely.
That rarity now, happens often.
 
My Friend…
You have let me in your world
And allowed me to turn it upside down.
I’ve felt guilt rarely.
That rarity now,  happens often.
 
My Friend…
The only friends I ever had were my family.
The family I now have… has you in it.
This acknowledgement is rare
That rarity, I hope, happens often.
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