friendship – because life is art

I see you…

everywhere. In a gait, a familiar hair pattern, a faraway face. My heart skips a beat, joyous that you might be back. Only for a second, before I chide myself. I wish you fulfilment. That you should be where you’d…

Years later…

…I search for a telephone number that I am sure has long been deactivated, and I write to a stranger. Who was once a friend. All the time hoping what they say is true that true friendship never really dies…

You, my friend,

…laughing the loudest while hurting the deepest Teaching me to laugh at myself, through hurt and hurdles It’ll pass. Or not. And I learned fast. Your laughter raw, tinged with bitter sarcasm, self-deprecating contagious And we laughed belly…