friends

oh but there is nothing more beautiful in the world than to write a letter to a friend whom you would kill to talk to that night--and than to get a phonecall from her and from another belovedly beautiful friend--and this shivering feeling that goes to your toes and the tears that silently comes down--only to know that after all you can love and can be loved and nothing else in the world can ruin that very heart you've managed to befriend with your own


i wish both of you were with
me
oh how i wish that
but there are songs
and birds in early spring
and cats refuse to get off your lap
and fresh air
and chocolate cakes
and all other things that make me remember
of your preciosness