friends

always thought i was special,
having the friends i had.

you were my soul mate,
my confidant, my companion.
you accept everything i am,
flaws and claws and all.
and when you cudn't understand,
you - the other you - were my kindred spirit.
my other likeness, my moodswing quick-fix,
my tempered hotsauce.
but you - the only you - were my only.

what of friends
who don't speak to one another?
is it me who has changed,
or is it you who has turned your cheek?

and what of friends
- both you and i -
who all refuse to overstep
their faults?