And a youth said, speak to us
of Friendship
And I answered, smiling
A friend takes your hand and warms it
between her own.
She will smile at you sitting on
a fine leather burgundy couch.
You are satisfied in this one friendship,
this one closeness.
With one whom you love
as a sister
As if she shared a room
borrowed your clothes,
read your books,
listened to your joy.
She alone remains as all
others take flight;
birds leaving for winter.
