I’m not sure who it was who said
you can tell who is a true friend
in your life by how much time you spend
apart when you get back together
you pick up right where you left off.
That is how it is with you and me.
It wasn’t always so. Anxious, I spent
hours wondering what you thought of me
when I could have been taking care of me.
It’s true you can only love others when you love
yourself. That is how it is with most
sayings like that, they are true because they are
true. There is plenty of time for guitars
and mandolins and ukuleles and
front stoops to say everything, or nothing
at all. Just being here means we’re okay,
that neither of us are lonely, if we
don’t need or want to be.