A Bond of Friendship
When we met,
I tied a thread of acquaintance
to my wrist and yours—
even then I knew
I wanted more of you in my life.
We crossed paths infrequently,
and I longed for a stronger connection.
One single thread
could be easily broken
even if I was careful.
I can’t remember when it happened,
and maybe you don’t either,
but the one thread became two—
and the second one didn’t come from me.
The third one was mine,
an exuberant act of celebration
the moment I noticed your thread next to mine
because you wanted to be tied to me too.
Threads stacked up quickly after that—
five, twelve, twenty-six, too many to count
and too many to sever accidentally.
What started as a tenuous thread of connection
is now a bond of friendship,
tying us together forever.
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