May142009

The Art of Friendship

Much depends upon
our shoulders

Tilting over the
gray edge.

Her fingers laced
through mine

Weaving strength in
and out.

Tightly holding on
to me

Waiting with me
in night.

Pain and time
to pass

This moment you
and I.

Until the morning
we wait

We’ll get through
it together.

Two beating hearts
are strong.

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