I have no words left to elaborate
The friendship that has made itself our own:
Love has seeped in and has maintained its faith,
Despite all the years that fly, and have flown.

You are constant, as I have remained true,
Each lives apart; yet are uncanny close,
Our loyalty was what made me and you
And trust was what cemented it, I suppose.

I have led a life and yours is yours, too,
But we always keep a sane middle ground;
And across a room, if I look at you,
We know the other’s thoughts, without a sound.

I write this poem knowing you know its end,
I thank you for you, my very best friend.