"Hi," I answer back, the same as always.
Sitting there next to her,
I'm calm.
Grounded.
Loved.
She is my safe spot,
my one place that makes me feel okay, no matter what.
The friend I always longed for.
We are sitting there.
Just sitting there on the old wooden bench.
We are both comfortable.
There is nothing awkward or uneasy between us.
Just close companionship.
She is there when I need her.
Always.
I am there for her, too, even if she doesn't know it.
I lean on her and she hugs me.
Her hugs are the best.
Warm, comforting, caring, and loving all in one.
She is strong and comforting.
We sit there next to each other on that weathered, pine bench and no words pass between us.
Because what does flow through each of us is stronger than mere words,
and as old as time itself.
Unconditional companionship.
Would I call us lovers? Hardly.
Just two young people in perfect harmony.
The poet is an undergraduate student of Information technology at the British College in Thapathali, Kathmandu.
