Old Friend

Your voice is like an old friend,
always there.
No matter the time
day or night.

Your voice, a call away,
to share an opinion,
a thought or two.

The neighborhood we both know and love,
no matter how far away.

You ease the goosebumps of anxiety,
the closest thing I have of you,
constantly replaying in my mind.
Twisted and wound up in comfort,
your voice—an old friend,
near and dear to my heart.

To indulge in a drink or two before heading home,
only to indulge in yet another,
after what we label as the last drink.

Old friend, you’ve saved my life plenty of times,
bringing relief to many weary thoughts.

No matter the time
day or night.

The neighborhood we both know and love,
not far.
Every curve, every crack in the sidewalk
your voice, old friend,
is always there.

No matter the time
day or night.