Friend

You drink your kefir,

And light a cigarette,

Scanning the shaded world outside your window;

You laugh,

Telling me something you’d never admit to again;

There is snow outside,

And it is warm to be with you;

Sometimes solitary,

Never alone;

Yet, There is strength, wisdom, and joy,

To be learned,

Both with and without you;

Sometimes contradicted,

Sometimes contradicting,

But always with questions;

Shall we be dark?

Shall we be light?

Where shall we go tonight?

You are spirit,

You are earth,

I am yours,

You are friend.

© 2010, Jameson Freeman