A Bond of Friendship

When we met,

I tied a thread of acquaintance

to my wrist and yours—

even then I knew

I wanted more of you in my life.

We crossed paths infrequently,

and I longed for a stronger connection.

One single thread

could be easily broken

even if I was careful.

I can’t remember when it happened,

and maybe you don’t either,

but the one thread became two—

and the second one didn’t come from me.

The third one was mine,

an exuberant act of celebration

the moment I noticed your thread next to mine

because ...