A Friend, My Friend Poem by samuel nze

I sit and think of you
Kenechukwu.
Last night I had a curious
Dream.
My best friend saw you beside me
And grew jealous;
Who is this?
He asks in a huff,
Black spectacles closing
Crimson red eyes.
A friend, I say
Unready to precipitate offense.
A friend or your friend?
I am at a loss then;
Where lies the bifurcation
Between a friend and my friend?
Jude, I do not know.
If it is bile that eats you,
Then know that
You are my best friend,
My everything
And Kc is just
A friend, my friend?