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"Friend" is merely a word.
To be a "friend" is to be an acquaintance,
To have a "friend" is to acknowledge one.
Humanity's need, and greed, and love
For itself,
Has depleted into this word.

What is friendship, one might ask?
Is it a feeling of togetherness?
An experience of sharing secrets?
To find, within another, so like you
That you can never part?

If that is so, it must be said
That friendships never last.
I always see, and speak, and hear
Of friendships of the past.

One day it's here, the next it's gone,
And it was never really real.
To be acquainted with so many,
And yet truly, know none.

"Friendship" is more, than merely a word.
It is when you know a person
Better than you know yourself,
It is when you can speak to a person,
Without uttering a word.
It is when you can see them,
Without using your eyes.

It is when it is forever, and nothing intercedes
With your path of friendship,
despite thousands of kilometres and seas,
Life, or death.
Love or hate.

Do you remember such a person?

Duchess of Argylle