You are my favorite friend,
you are my happy place.
The one who simply listens,
as I deal with my rat race.
The witness to so many events,
so many tried and true.
I’m sorry they’re only second hand,
and only when I write to you.
You are the silent witness,
to my every day.
Shall I preserve your dear cousins,
or make them go away.
An empty speech while I’m alive,
and a silent one when I’m not.
Will you collect dust when I’m gone,
or will someone save you from the rot?
As I turn the pages of your life,
you reflect those which are mine.
Hand in hand do we go,
as we walk this path of time.
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