My Best Friend

[Joy]

MY BEST FRIEND

My best Friend
We don't go shopping
or go out to lunch
We don't go to church and
then to Sunday brunch
We cannot hug
or hold each other close
That is the thing that we both
miss the most

My friend is close to me
he's in my heart
But every time I see him
a glass keeps us apart
We have no private conversation
to tell our secrets or dreams
And when we are apart
our tears fall in streams

Long, neatly written letters
is how we interact
Some have dried tears
that cause a huge impact
Some echo with laughter
about funny things we do
But mostly they have lonliness
from the days that we wait through

My friend is not an animal
although he lives in a cage
He is not an angry person
though he is filled with rage
He is kept in silence
though he has so much to say
I speak about his innocence
and the price he's had to pay

One day soon I'll hold him
close and tell him how I care
Until then we have prison life
What a thing to share
We've been fighting long and hard
demons we cannot see
We're fighting this battle together
my best friend and me