FRIENDSHIP, COMPANIONSHIP, RELATIONSHIP.

The connection between three or two,

Of which you have experienced too

Is not just the feeling we have

Or the thing we call love.

It’s more than one time friendship

That existed between you and your classmate,

Or the bond that held you checkmate

With that lady you did impregnate.

Something greater than that long ship,

The umbilical chord from mum to son

Which knit them in Companionship

Equally communing like the moon and sun.

This is an ideal relationship.

The reason you and I are still intact

Such that in times of no hope and hands on hip,

You raise your head and dial my contact.

So check up and don’t let them give up,

When will you ever sit up?

Remind yourself of the people you once met,

Upon whom the wrath of poverty has beget.

Don’t block my number!

Just because I now need you than ever.

For even if I don’t fit in your circle,

I’m important to a lot of people,

Either as an auntie or uncle.

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