Friendship

Strange, the feeling to imagine them; those go-to girls as

unknown, unbonded, other.

Passing past me in the night without

pause, without note.

On those occasions I thank my lucky stars and

rejoice that we do know, did bond, didn’t pass, did note

thirteen years strong, they have me covered.

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