Friendship is a choice.
Each phone call,
Every text message,
All of the minutes spent together,
Are the glue that keep friends together.
Love isn't a choice.
Family is a birthright.
It’s only friendship,
The tenuous weave of events and memories,
That bond us.
Friendship is strong,
But it is discardable.
It is merely a choice that keeps a friend, a friend.
At any moment,
Misbegotten or not,
The decision can be made,
To make a friend a thing of the past.
Once,
Long ago,
It was put to me,
As an assumed tie.
A relationship,
That only exists because it once existed.
That,
That simple thing,
Is what makes friendship so valuable.
Each phone call,
Every text message,
All of the minutes spent together,
Are the glue that keep friends together.
Love isn't a choice.
Family is a birthright.
It’s only friendship,
The tenuous weave of events and memories,
That bond us.
Friendship is strong,
But it is discardable.
It is merely a choice that keeps a friend, a friend.
At any moment,
Misbegotten or not,
The decision can be made,
To make a friend a thing of the past.
Once,
Long ago,
It was put to me,
As an assumed tie.
A relationship,
That only exists because it once existed.
That,
That simple thing,
Is what makes friendship so valuable.