Friendship
Friendships are like old notes…
The well-worn creases of
A love letter…
A secret story…
A forgotten memory…
folded
Its imprint a welcome touch of safety
You run your hands over the soft edges
Wonder what happened to the times
The love
The joy
You feel the warmth of friendship and love
The faded pictures
Black white faded
The colors are bleeding into your life
Building you and creating your future
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