Best Friend

I’m here.

I’m here for you,

if you need to scream, want to sit quiet, cry angry, run far and drink, lie in the grass and think.

I’m here.

There’s no reason, no doubt, (don’t have to think about it.)

Exhale a bit and know that I’m here for you.

I will leave at 3 am to sit in silence, bring you soup, find you Cream Liqueurs when all the stores are closed.

I will procure midnight oranges and make sure you eat them.

I will make faces, bad jokes; I will sing with you.

When you are angry and nothing will change that, feel that. And I will be there to hold the anger and pain with you; look at it, feel it, let it wash over, cry until there is no more salt.
We’ll go to the park, remember when there was less to think about but seemed like more; we have more under our belts, our pelts are longer, our hides are stronger.
Its how I know you're ok.