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I sometimes get lost,

sorting through the memories,

as one would,

while looking at photographs.



I remember with longing,

the simplicity that was my life.

How easily the friendships came,

the joy in meeting someone new.



I remember how easy,

those friendships would fade.

With no anger or hatred,

they simply faded as if never there.



Now it seems,

the dread overpowers the joy.

The difficulty causes strains,

stress causing fights over unchangeable facts.



Nomore, do the friendships fade,

they explode; anger and hatred all encompassing.

Grudges so strong,

They look to never cease.



Then I remember the friend I made,

still there whenever I need.

The one that I never lose,

no matter time or distance.



That one person,

the singular person I couldn’t do without.

We go weeks, months, years

With barely a word spoken between us.



On the days I feel there is no hope,

I pick up the phone, dial the numbers;

And there she is,

ready to catch me as I fall into the deep end.



It’s a feeling I never realized,

Never thought I would have.

The utter helplessness I never thought would leave,

and with her words it slowly dissipates.



As the tears slow, and the emotional tides recede,

I realize there is no need for manners, polite “thank yous” and “your welcomes”,

The steadfast knowledge known between us is no matter the time,

day or night I’ll catch her should she start to fall too.



A bond few know,

One that many want and seek.

It’s not that of family,

Although familial ties we claim.



It’s a sisterhood,

A never breaking, never bending,

air tight solid as steel friendship,

one we never saw coming.



She’s the Daphne to my Velma,

the Veronica to my Betty,

She is the other half, to my whole,

the one I never knew I needed.



As children we bonded,

as teenagers, we seemed to take our leave,

spread our wings,

and fly in separate directions.



Now as women,

we reclaim our sister,

Our friend.

We reclaim what was lost, but not forgotten.



Without one,

th others strength wouldn't be as strong,

She would go forward, keep on,

but not be the same.



We are, what we are,

atrong and steady with a knowledge,

that together,

We can face this world.



The physical distance,

separation of hundreds of miles,

doesn’t really seem as far,

when we answer the phone.



We have grown up, aged, changed,

become different people from when we met.

Yet the strength of out bond is more,

more than it was, with continuing growth.



We are never sure what tomorrow brings,

but as our life grows, men come through and go,

one for each shall remain.

Of that we are certain.



He won't be one to challenge our bond,

for noone will break the steel,

can't and won't change the hearts,

so deeply intertwined.



Children will know the special love,

Only an Aunt can provide,

Not an Aunt by blood,

but one of choice.



A family by choice,

sometimes stronger then blood,

for they choose to stand strong,

through thick and thin, good and bad.



Together we battled through childhood,

survived teenage seperation.

Now we face the rest f our lives,

Sisters til the end. Strong as Two in One.