The words that flow directly into the other’s neuronal circuits,
Regardless of the infinite space in between.
There is solace in friendspeaking with familiar souls:
Those who intimately know about
your romantic resilience (you are the Queen of Failures after all),
your sun-induced grimacing headaches,
and the chalky taste of your vegan peanut butter cookies.
Those who go to The Last Bookstore with you and smile the whole time,
watch liberal documentaries leading to intense philosophical discussions,
hike in the foothills with you to breath in the serene view,
and walk by the radiant rose garden at McKinley Park.
Those who love you after being apart for 10 years.
Those who remember your braces and skeletal figure in 7th grade.
Those who offer you a place to live.
Those who learn from your mistakes.
Reassuring words of encouragement after your damn diabetes diagnosis.
Exchanging life’s irritations and relationship problems.
Revealing inner proud moments when your career takes off.
Interspersed with schoolgirl giggles of remembrance (dancing at Honeycut!).
Sent among the unseen digital spies on your phone,
Those words of friendspeak
boost you to face another day,
knowing with confidence that you are