Friends

Friends, it is difficult to define them

They come in all forms, through all means

But essentially, they make you feel at ease. 

You take from them, you may give them

But this isn't an account to tally

The giving, the receiving all makes one be at peace. 

The time spent on chatting may seem a waste

But the minutes are precious, most heartening

They bolster a spirit weakening, deadening. 

It takes will and strength to get up and meet

It feels Hereculean and yet the rewards outshine easily

Just together being, of seeing, of breathing, makes one so happy.

- Written on 24 February 2021

- A friend, PS, took me out. We talked. We drank some form of iced tea. We talked. We drove back. Precious.