The Good Friend
I’m the good friend
The one who asks you if your day went well
The one who sends you off with a “drive safe”
The one who would tell you if you had something in your teeth
And when you seemed sad would be there so you can talk about it
But the thing is
Good friends like me also have feelings
We want to be asked the stuff we ask others
We care because we know people need the extra support yet we never receive it
We want what we give so we give a lot of it
Even after caring we don’t get a return
We remain on the same platform not allowing the healthy exchange of relationships to come and go by asking
A simple question makes a good friend’s day
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