Friend
I see you there...in the shadows,
secretly watching me.
Dissecting bits and pieces
of me... of my life,..
baring my very soul.
You come to me
and give me counsel.
On this day,
you become my friend
my therapist, my mechanic,
my anchor in a storm.
On this day...
You become my healer,
You tear me down..
Only to build me back up.
You become my friend.
by MDA
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