He came over to critique my latest piece. I’ve always admired his thought process, he says he’s inspired by my insight. We trust each other. I hadn’t seen him in a while and as we were catching up I couldn’t help but notice, the vibe was a little different. He went on to tell me of some current events in his life…set-backs, frustrations. I told him that his is no different from the typical plight of man, that’s why God made wo-man. The mood lightened a bit, and I told him that I may not have all the answers, but I’m always here. He smiled.
It’s kind of hard to explain from the outside looking in, but we get each other. We are deeply intimate friends, though we’ve never been ‘intimate’ as they say. The only benefit we give each other is of the doubt. He knows I don’t play, and neither of us have ever tried. We respect each other. We’ve shared, but we have never really been each other’s shoulder to cry on…until now.
With all that was happening, he was still focused enough to give me the feedback I was looking for. He is very disciplined. It was getting late, and rainy, and cold. As we embraced for what was supposed to be our goodbye, he held me even tighter and said that he didn’t want to let me go. I told him he didn’t have to. He must have felt enough peace with me, to just rest. I whispered to him softly. He laid his head upon my heart, and fell asleep.