Do you have friends?
They come in shapes and sizes,
Long and short, deep and wide.
But what does it mean
To have a friend?
I decided last year, not
To have them anymore.
We had stopped, after everything,
Being who we were, being had.
My new policy was surrender,
To welcome the loss, the gifts
Of failure, our limits known.
To receive whatever would come.
Imagine my surprise, then, when
The friend I had wanted to be
Arrived, an ultimate of freedom’s
Release, not to have but have not,
Learning to be the friends
Who live a “No” and know a “Yes.”
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