POEM: Mates

I like mates who don't need selfies to prove our friendship's worth,
there's no need for Facebook check ins for every meeting place we share

I like mate’s who don’t demand my time in every vacant spot
For who months pass without a text, then we pick up where we left off

I like mate’s who don’t beg allegiance for all of their opinions
you know, those one’s who hog the limelight (and treat their friendship group as minions)

I like mates content with silence, who don’t need to fill each pause
our chats without performance ‘cause simple company’s the cause

I like mates without a tournament to tick a success box
Competition with a mate can make a friendship hit the rocks

I like mates without a mandate, who don’t demand I take instruction
Who love when I’m a knob head coz their tickled by dysfunction

I like mates who hate my fella when I’m angry with him too
But then revert when I’ve made up with him, coz they respect my altered view

I like mates who know it’s not personal, when I pull back from all things social
Who “get” my hermit tendencies, and know it’s not a push off motion

I like mates who quote my jokes, with a glow in pride filled eyes
I like mates who end my sentences ‘cause our thinking paths align

I like mates who know they’re in this poem even though their name’s not mentioned
Just know you’re often on in my thoughts…….
BUT DON’T ASK ME “Who’s your best one?”


© Emma Seasman 11/02/2017


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