I have a best friend,
whose name I dare not say
for he’s too shy for the world
and I’m not too generous to share.
I have a best friend
who protects my secrets as his,
slaps harsh truths on my face,
yet our heart-felt conversations are limitless.
I have a best friend,
who pulled me up whilst I was drowning,
and walked hand in hand with me
to the end of the lane.
I’ve never felt alone since.
I have a best friend
who I tell my weirdest jokes to.
He’ll burst out laughing
and tell me how horrible it was.
I have a best friend
who’s just a text away,
a call away,
to shoo away my insecurities.
I have a best friend,
who laughs
at those who think we’re more.
I have a best friend
who very calmly says,
‘Z, you and me can be the faces of a boy-girl friendship,
if the world needs an example.’