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

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