What is friendship anyway?
Is it something you can count,
Dispose of or throw away?
Can you measure the amount,
value, rate or stock exchange
Of having a friend nearby
When you feel strong, weak or strange?
Like the wind, their voice fly by
Soothing, carrying away
Pain, fear, self-loathing battles
And bringing their own array
Of solutions and waffles,
Cups of tea, Stories and w(h)ine.
An umbrella in the rain,
A wagging tail in the sun
Salted memories from Spain
Carrying all through autumn.
