A poem: For Lamb

There's me.

And then there is you.

worlds apart in sense of being

yet as close as a fingernail we seem.

A friendship built on nothing worth seeing.

Just clouds and skates and water fights.

Just make-shift adverts and

dances on the landing.

A sister, an extra, a family member for sure.
For i can talk to you whilst on the loo
and not bother with the door.

I can tell you the things that i dont want to hear myself.

Because it feels like you've already seen them,

jolting nervously from my left ear to the right.

you to me are a flower to a bee.
A glove to a hand and an amp to the band.
Essential to my happiness i need you in my life.

A soul sistah. Because our friendship means more than substance.

Its air.

Its vital.

Its that of soul sistahs'.