This is a poem about friendship
And how It came to find me.
It's silly and makes me reminisce
You'll probably agree.
(Clears throat)
Summertime on a hammock.
A conversation about family and religion.
Who would've thought
that's how this began.
A red haired lady
New to town
Who on her own
was learning to stand.
Tight grip on my fingers
as we drove away from a party in the Fall
Pitied eyes and wet cheeks
Winter time panic attack
You come at midnight
With snacks, tea and comic relief
Sick as a dog
You're in my doorway
High quality tissues(with lotion!),
cookies, and conversations
about nothing.
You dance even though you don't dance
You do it, because you know I love it.
I once almost killed you
with expired salad dressing.
Sorry about that.
Human connection is the marrow of life.
Without it, the world feels more full of struggle and strife.
And you're a friendship that showed up
just in time to apply salve to wounds that would have resulted in monumental scars.
I try to repay your kindness
to make you laugh,
and calm your internal wars.
When on the tender one year mark
of me leaving my spouse
You show up
and take me out
When every Wednesday night at ten
I receive a text
where I feel whole again
When you send me a bouquet and tell me
"This is how a man should treat you.
Don't settle for less."
When you clean my toilet
Because I'm tired and mentioned
my bathroom was a mess.
Pink tie to match my dress.
Yelp review saying I'm the best.
Making me feel strong, even when you know I'm not.
Massive dark clouds hanging over my head, but I kind of forgot.
Deep interest in how I grew up.
Unedited talks when we want to give up.
Sitting on my bed watching baking shows and playing cards.
You can simply look at me now and know if my day was hard.
Showing up to watch as I read my poem.
Constantly reminding me, I'm not alone.
Long Island accents and walking for miles.
Supporting my work when I'm exhausted and feel like a good cry.
You're literally incapable of being mean
Rude, inconsiderate, aloof or obscene
Hands down the most thoughtful and organized human I know.
You want to make the world better
You don't just talk about it
You take steps to do so.
There's never been anyone who cared like you care
Where when I need a friend, you'll be right there.
I hope I do enough to reciprocate the love
And that I don't fall short in lifting you up
You deserve every good thing this world has to offer
Kindness, goodness, love and wonder.
I know this poem is cheesy
But I can't help but cry as I write it
You'll understand because you're soft like me.
You're soft, sensitive and quiet
Some people don't get it
they don't understand
That you can be gentle
Shed tears
And be a man.
The rhyming in this poem is awful
The timing is off too
But you'll probably say it's great
Because you're you
Thank you Connell
Or should I say, Tony
Sheila is grateful too
(But she also thinks you're good for nothing).
Our friendship is much better quality
than this poem,
Thank goodness for that
And it's humorous tone.
:)
The End.
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