We grew up together, so naturally
I know her better than any other soul
Passing together through puberty
As adults, discovering how to become whole.
She would argue with me, her words burning
And toward her alone I express bitter rage
With time and practice, we are finally learning
How to avoid this soul-destroying exchange.
And with that understanding, life is good,
For we are never apart. And I advise
Her lovingly, as a best friend should –
Patient with the weaknesses, so clear to my eyes
And proud about the strengths that I see.
For truly my oldest friend… is me.
Inspired by Sunday Scribblings’ prompt to write about “my oldest friend”.