cradles the broken heart
the broken spirit
and kisses away
that spring unbidden
that bring back
of moonlit moments
"I'll be moving to my new apartment on Saturday. Will you come? I just want you to see the place."
And we do come. One of us arrived late, but was forgiven after suffering some snide comments, and everything was hunky-dory again.
"Are you asleep? Can we talk?"
...said an SMS text. And they do, and reassurance, comfort, and much-needed advice were given, even though one of them was probably dead tired.
"I need to see you. Are you busy?"
Never too busy for a friend, it seems. An immediate response is given. Sensing the urgency of the situation, all the help that can be given, is. Even if it's just an ear to listen or a shoulder to cry on. Oftentimes, it's more than enough.
"I sort of miss her, but I want to throw up when she's here."
"You are such a fool."
"I'll beat you up."
"You're a drunk bitch."
Only true friends are able to read and understand the love and affection within these statements.
"I said a prayer for your safety."
A text message received precisely at the moment it was needed most, coming when it was technically unlikely that it would.
The profound silence that precedes hysterical laughter and cursing when one of them farts in front of another---intentionally.
"I'll always be there for you, no matter where we go, no matter when."
How can one express the deep appreciation that one feels at reading such a message sent by someone who isn't a spouse or lover or family member? One feels eminently blessed at having such a person in his or her life.
Friends. We want to kill them sometimes, but somehow they end up saving us.
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