I held the finger of a woman,
I called her my friend
and the ones she called family.
whom I held in reverence all my life.
He knew everyone in the world
and the people he knew were my friends.
I met people my size, little, shy and afraid.
Most were busy with their toys
and some enjoyed my company.
the ways of the world were learnt staggeringly quick.
The clicks were important, and I was left out of most
a best friend stood by, amidst the nod and hi-s.
I played, the games my only friends.
I enjoyed the glory and rued the fall.
Sport was a true friend for seasons all.
different from the friends of past
the hormones blazed, it wasn’t platonic
a relationship, a form of friendship like never before.
They took me places, they took me far.
I viewed them as fellows who led me.
They were friends nonetheless in my journey.
and not for the first time, had I been so alone.
I made my peace with it,
called loneliness my friend.
I’m sure I’ll encounter many such friends.
They need not be human, or material or worth my network.
As long as they keep my company and be my friend.