How do we name it,
this thing we've done. Are doing.
Perhaps it's better to leave it wordless and
unknown, though even writing that is
ridiculous because we give words to it daily.
'Dear Friend' is old fashioned and too pale a
concept to capture:
The feeling of being held, and rocked
in a place that does little to hold and has
given up comfort long ago.
The closest we get to it is when we agree to
do it again
Walk with each other again, arms linked
laughing about a silly mistake that we
wouldn't admit to anyone else,
even ourselves,
without the other as witness.
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