Friendship Is...
fresh tears on your shoulder
the sound of trampoline springs
knowing every word to the entire Justin Bieber album
little japanese restaurants no one else can find
calling other women mom
staying up outside to watch the sunrise
difficult conversations and reassuring smiles
the comfort found in somebody else's bed
waking up the neighbors because you lost track of time
Oreos at 4 a.m. in a pitch black room
This poem is about:
Me
My community
Our world