Leaves of Companionship

In youth, the bonds of friendship are simple threads,
Playmates, companions in the dance of joy,
A shared laughter, a mirrored step,
Together in the light, carefree, unknowing.

In adolescence, the ties grow,
Stronger, yet still bound in the fleeting pleasures,
Of shared secrets, adventures in the twilight,
A brotherhood, a sisterhood, sealed in the passing days.

But in the realm of maturity, friendship finds its depth,
No longer just a shared play, but a tapestry,
Woven with understanding, with the silences that speak,
Of absences accepted, of moods and needs respected.

Here, friendship becomes a sanctuary,
A place where giving is not weighed or measured,
Where presence is a gift, and absence is understood,
Where hearts remain close, even when miles apart.

I sing of these friendships, these adult bonds,
Celebrate the joy of true companionship,
And yet, a note of sorrow for those that could not grow,
For the threads that did not weave into the fabric of life.

In this, I find the essence of friendship,
A dance through the years, a harmony of souls,
Bound not by time or place, but by the simple truth,
That in the heart's memory, we are never alone.

Walt WhAItman