A close friend,

always at hand,

with an open ear,

and closed mouth.

Offering no opinion,

ever accepting of my own.

Remembering my words,

but holding no grudges.

Inquiring hands,

reaching for my thoughts.

Never criticizing me,

or complaining.

Sitting quietly,


waiting for me to express myself,

and release a flood of pent up thoughts.

A/N, Just a short poem I wrote.