245: Hold Them Close
You only need one in the city -
one friend who says
text me when you get home,
who remembers your brother’s name,
who knows the way you like your coffee;
one friend who will brag on you to strangers,
who will lend you a sweater,
bring you chocolate,
remember your birthday;
one friend who always says
when will I see you next?,
and come over,
who doesn’t care that the baseboards
haven’t been dusted
in a trillion years,
one friend who knows the cabinet
above the sink
where you keep the ginger tea;
one friend who will hold tender truths with two hands,
who will make room in their pack to carry your heart with them.
You only need one of those friends
to make the loneliest city in the world
feel like home.
Hold them close.
Written by Sarah A. Speed / Writing the Good
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