My kind companions

Comfortable and close they are
When we spend time together
Freely not thriftily, more familiar
With one another as we buy more time

Old friends they are who stick beside
My bedside in all weather
We gaze outside the window
Inspired yet silent

Then all at once our speechlessness
Pours forth in a flurry
A sounding board we speak aloud
In synergy and stereo

Cutting through the ringing silence
We meditate in all things said and unsaid
Wit and whim, in careless abandon
Combine with comebacks never delivered

Upon the page we gaze at one another
Contentment seeps in
So close we can embellish our flaws
Sitting patiently again with me…

My words, my kind companions

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