Friendship [relit] - Poem by Marie Daniels
I sit with you, both of us
in deep and dark and underground
and we prod things with sticks
and I prod your heart.
They say you don’t know your best friend until you sit with them in a deep dark place
and until you see the colour drain from their face and the fire in their heart extinguish. Never
forget the day that I got to know you better and
despite the day
being horrible, you were lovely again
and that’s all that matters.
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