Friend

short-story-thumbsDo not call me love if you have not loved me,
Shared my home, a tear, a memory.

Come to me because you want to,
Not just to fill the waking hours.

Speak to me as you would speak to your companions – with interest.
Pretend I understand your every word.

Take my hand and lead me to where I want to go, not to where you think I should be.

Do not rush me for I have no deadlines to meet, no pressing commitments to attend to.

Walk with me.
Show me your garden.
Give me sunlight to lift my spirit, a gentle breeze to caress my face, and forget.
When I scream and shout, do not be angry with me.
It is not about you.
At times my past and present just collide.

Sit with me.
Do not speak.
I can feel your presence.
It comforts me.
Do this and I will call you FRIEND.

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