CLXXXIII

An Ode to Friendship

Not many people do the days with you

You know, each and every day

The day you wake up and your heart’s so heavy you need help carrying it out the door

The day you thought would be fine or even great and it wasn’t, it was almost unliveable

The day your world falls apart in front of your very eyes and you don’t even know how to say it let alone do anything to stop it

The day it starts fitting back together again

The day something happens

The day nothing happens

The day you feel everything all at once

The day you feel nothing at all

There’s not so many people there, on all of those days, or even most, or even a few

And the only way to know is to know 

And the only way to see is to wait, and see

It’s easier to be there, almost, for the months, for the years 

Skipping the tough stuff

Hearing the resolution story

Getting the short of it, because the long of it is done

And it’s not everyone’s burden to bear

The days

But there are some who will

And there are some for whom you will

And there is the beauty 

And the blessing 

And the best of everything 

Don’t you forsake it

Not even for a minute of those many many days

Don’t you forsake it