Friendship

It’s okay

A short poem about connections

MENTAL HEALTH POETRY

The Caretaker and Painful

When a friend’s suffering is too much to…

Farewell, My Friend

A poem

Farewell, My Friend

Compass Rose

Making new friends in middle age

Has something changed?

We joke and joke.
Flirting to us is a game,
Nothing serious.
We call each other names,
Pretending to be lovers.

Maybe I’m wrong…

You didn’t see it,
But I caught glimpses of you.
Out of the corner of my eye.
I don’t know why I did it.
It’s not like me to.

Coffee at Benny’s

On friendship and change