I thought I ran out of words

Until I realized I had pages and pages

I felt heartless and bitter

Until I realized I had a good friend

During the times of sadness and sorrow

You showered me hope of a better tomorrow

No qualms at our childish bouts

Instead it let our superlatives sprout

And when we shared each other’s thoughts

Seemingly paradoxical wrought

We expressed and felt it sublime

Like the morning sun and the dew drops

Under the veil of sadness and laughter

We talked, and talked, and talked.