The Best Friendships
Some friendships flow like a steady current,
familiar as daybreak and sunset,
known before you ever really knew them,
Begun without fanfare, thought, or time.
These friends always ask, “How are you doing?”
then wait for the truth,
in its own time, if at all.
They call or text without expectation,
guided by an intuition that always seems
to hit when you need them most.
Your disjointed conversations seem to drift past time,
And refuse to end with "goodbye."
The gut-connection between you
never really leaves the line.
This friend knows all the jagged, painful spots
and never mentions them,
They let silence itself be a form of protection,
a sanctuary of spaces to heal.
They can shut you up
When your thoughts are running too fast,
and you let them,
Because trust like that is earned slowly
and held tightly through time.
They hear the shift in your voice,
hurt or joy,
and meet you there without hesitation,
to celebrate or steady you
with equal grace and wisdom.
They can be masculine
when the moment calls for guts,
feminine when tenderness is the wiser language,
never defined by anyone else’s opinion,
never needing a label to know its own shape.
You have a shared history,
But the real beauty is the shared future,
You never have to explain.
Laughter sparks out of nowhere
and needs no interpretation.
It's a friendship in a class of its own,
answering to no rules,
requiring no explanation.
Sometimes it’s a spouse.
Sometimes it isn’t.
Always, it’s rare.
Time of day doesn’t matter.
If they call, you answer.
If you call, they do too.
And beneath it all,
a quiet truth hums:
You can’t imagine tomorrow
without them.
wcd
