“Here’s One to You”
What constitutes a friend?
Is it somebody who cares for you to no end?
Or is it one who’s loyalty shows no bend?
I believe a freind is one who loves you.
A friend is one who reminds you to chew
When you’re choking, concerned but giving a laugh.
A friends who compliments everything even your calf.
A friend is one who truly does care.
A friend like you is someone truly rare.
One in a million and a special speck…
Not judging whether a poem does rhyme or not.
A friends like you is special to me.
Your personality is quirky and that’s a good thing…
I began this poem like our friendship began…
Neat, precise and thought out every word,
But as I progressed the words began
To shift and fall and become less precise…
But that’s how our friendship was…
It was random and sporadic based upon whim,
A friendship that I don’t have to hide myself
We were spectacular and unique,
But that’s not where our story ends…
What truly makes a friend?
Is it someone who can heal or mend?
Is it someone who can write or paint?
Or is it someone who can speak so quaint?
No, a friend is one who wouldn’t leave, and that’s you!
Or at least it was you, before the storm that rattled us to the core…
Gassed our bridge leaving it to burn, engulfed in flames demanding more!
But now I write, meticulous again, remembering the time I’d lay on the floor…
Weeping the loss of a friend that I cared for so deeply, one I loved,
but feelings of regret and anger I have shoved,
deep down inside; they are forgotten in a heart that is so sore.
I’m over feeling sorrow, despair, anger. I’m done being colored blue!
I’m okay alone, and I see that now, so old friend, “Here’s one to you…”