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Greetings, my friend; please have a seat.
Life's so busy; so seldom we meet.
Been thinking, have thoughts to share.
No, alas, I do not have any beer.
Coffee and tea are my chosen drinks.
They are not what of what I think.
Been thinking about fault; mine, not yours;
does it make a difference, close the doors.
Were I to list my failures and faults in a long list,
would you read, snarl, and say "dismissed"?
The nature of friendship is not so confined;
such knowledge does not fit in narrow define.
Been bashing myself up for years,
fearful to tell; terrified to share.
The question is "why"; friends don't say bye bye
over matters beyond their experience.
Yes, it might happen; yes, we might part;
by choice, time or distance. The small things
are lost; the core of connection need not.
Know that I am flawed, broken and in disrepair;
know equally the regard and trust I have
and feel for you is true and sincere.
We meet here, in this place, watch the stars;
no need for unnecessary speech.
Silence has its own voice.
Speak or not, it is your choice.
Thank you being you, accepting me.
Thank you for being a friend.
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