Friendship

True friendship is difficult to find. And at this point in life i have to say its beyond me. I only know my own heart. I know I will be true to someone true to me. So I made a friend in this very old dark black man who always manages a smile and says, “I like you.” I always say it back. And why can I call him a friend today? He is the only human in the world I know noticed me unavailable ( not around). He told me so. And says “I’m glad you’re fine(Important!)and here.” He got the timing of my disappearance accurately as well. He could not be joking. He knew I wasn’t around. And he also knew something else it must be–that no matter how far I go, how long I’m gone, he’ll be alive when I come back.