She
She may be across the pond or living next door,
Yet, a single conversation makes the distance disappear.
We talk about matters of the heart or fast fashion,
And about careers and life through pensive discussions.
She knows how it feels to be in my shoes,
For we share a similar bunch of blues.
Life can get demanding like a laundry pile,
And we don’t see each other or speak for a while,
But invariably, we pick up where we had left,
And share our stories until the weight lifts off our chest.
Those who think that female friendships are tainted with envy,
Haven’t witnessed the wonders of this heady chemistry,
That pulls one out of the whirlpools of worry,
And works like a charm – like an unpaid therapy!
