A day with a friend

.... (come closer hear me out)


What is to be young?


what is to be madly passionate?

at heart!


what fuming fuel, boils the blood?

and eradicates the pale, frail, the lackluster tale

of concealment and lies.


yet we forget

as simple as that


and it’s a simple smile

that takes you back for a while

into the memories of joy

of pain of course, but mostly joy


and it’s a simple yet familiar gesture

that reminds you, how lucky you are

to be on the receiving end

of this joyous moment

without resentment, without being judged for your past

without constraint or obligation of the future


what is all this about?

I know, but I am not telling

hiss shhhh, some people call it friendship
 
 
oh I said it.
 
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