In gatherings small, beneath the sky so wide,
My friends unknowingly become my guide.
With every laugh, a stitch in wounds unseen,
In every shared silence, my spirit leans.

Little do they know, with every jest and cheer,
They mend the cracks, make my path clear.
In cups of coffee, in walks under the moon's glow,
They're healing me, more than they'll ever know.

With tales spun from our days and dreams,
We weave a tapestry with hope's gleams.
Each hangout, a balm to my soul's cries,
In their presence, my heart's flight lies.

So here's to friends, both near and far,
Our bonds, a healing salve, a guiding star.
In every moment spent, in every shared smile,
They're stitching me back, mile after mile.

February 23, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop