Lessons on Friendship

Stay here. Take a walk and watch
our steps fall into synchrony like an old dance 
we used to know better than our own names.
In the distance, cicadas hum, a warm greeting.
Like anything good, it takes me a minute to see the beauty 
in it. On days where my body does not feel like my own 
I ask myself why can't I feel at home. You say the sun is too pretty 
for you to be stuck in your own head. 
And the trees. Let's talk about the trees 
that stand there wavering. As if to say 
that this world moves on without us,
or despite us, or because of us but still–
we tend to each other's hearts like pieces 
of paper prone to rip. You spend your days 
reaching for sunlight and I spend mine thanking 
you for teaching me how to mend. How to clip broken 
wings back together. Even when the sun goes down, 
the cool summer breeze licking our skin, you find 
a way to harvest the moonlight, placing it in 
your pocket for safe keeping. A reminder 
that there is always light.