The Good

You and me
two different people
we go out
break bread with each other
hang out together
play some pool maybe
and talk some shit.
Truth,understanding,love ,admiration,trust.
Feeling memories,sharing secrets and releasing dreams
you say things
I truly believe
you look me straight in the eyes
and never blink,
never questioning,
never doubting.
Always there,night or day
rock solid.
Two different people
you and me
friends till the end.



I was perplexed with this poem,
torn between two worlds.
Had two ways to go...
then I found a third.
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