Friends

I have so many friends.

So many that love me.

My family and so many great friends.

But I don’t have any best friends.

I never had a best friend.

I’ve had many great friends. Plenty of good friends.

Seriously, I have very many GREAT friends.

But when everything is wrong in the world,

you want that one really close friend.

That best friend.

To count on.

To phone.

When you’re alone.

And contemplating suicide.

But there is no one to call.

Because you have so many great friends.

But you don’t have a best friend.

 

 

© 2004 David Greg Harth

04.04.20.22:07:44@296NYC

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