Friendship

There is a bank in your town

where people look to invest

or withdraw

or discuss a thing they want,

have lost, or need.

This thing is something they have tried

to find when scrolling

or scouring

through rails in stores’

sales,

to buy the thing only to discover

the thing was not the thing at all.

.

It’s then they sneak at midnight

on a well-trodden trail

to the fridge

to pilfer fancy fondants

and place them in their yawning mouths

in hope to fill their empty spaces

but like cement, they sit heavy,

crack.

.

It is unfathomable why they try to find a thing,

that sits like a toothbrush,

their pillow, or fireside blanket,

on the windowsill of their life.

.

There would be no invoice, compound interest,

no debt, no bailiff

in suit with clipboard

pushing your front door, no

expectation.

But if you give this thing away,

return it, share it,

your dividends will

finally fill the gaps.