Friendship

By Joyce Ashuntantang

I miss the days when you were my friend.

When your eyes saw my words

Long before they were born

Those days when my laughter

Was a belt around your waist;

Those days when the hands of the clock

Held my phone to my ear

Those days when I thumped your pages for the sun

But we pushed our friendship to the ground

Now dust has come between us.

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The friendship between a man and a woman which does not lead to marriage or desire for marriage may be a life long experience of the greatest value to themselves and to all their circle of acquaintance and of activity; but for this type of friendship both a rare man and a rare woman are needed. Perhaps it should be added that either the man or the woman thus deeply bound in lifelong friendship who seeks marriage must find a still rarer man or woman to wed, to make such a three cornered comradeship a permanent success.