Day 17: Friend

I ranted

Kicked stones

Let myself feel the sadness

Deep in my bones

                    

And you sort of smiled,

And loved me: limitless

Offered no shallow

And overused advice.

But clambered the rooftops with me

And let me rest in the shadowed trees.

My soul had room to breathe.

While our eccentric dialect

Kept the witches from

Knowing our secrets

We are the foxes,

Fleet and rather random

Hiding in bushes,

And old abandoned

 Trains

I hope you know,

The world explodes.

With Hope and Expectation

When you’re near.