My friends, not my art
I didn’t believe you because I was sure you were a lie.
Nobody ever gave without expecting something of me.
But there you were with shirt sleeves pulled up to your elbows
Stepping into my dance of horrors with a graceful heart
You expertly guided my feet as I stumbled along behind
While I asked guidance, you answered me with elbows deep in the mire.
You didn’t hesitate. You didn’t stop. You gave without askance.
After the dervish had danced, I drove you home in the night
You didn’t turn into a pumpkin. You hugged me, told me you loved me,
vanished into your home with a step lighter than air.
Again you approached our friendship but I was skittish with fear.
How many times have I placed my faith in trust only for it to disappear?
There you were with jovial laughter, warmest hugs from open arms.
“This can’t be right. This doesn’t make sense.” I argue with myself.
You tell me what you like about me, what I do, who I am.
Nobody has done that without wanting something in return.
I test a limit. You laugh. I push a button. You show me the right way.
You get pissed but you work through it like I do, using words and humor.
I feel like I’ve been shown a rare jewel in a crown that belongs to the masses.
I feel as if I may be able to trust this friendship, but I won’t lie
It scares me to allow people near to me because they always leave.
But maybe I can give enough to our friendship where I won’t want to
because of what you’ve already promised with your actions
because of what you’ve already given from your heart.