By opening up
We explore the depths.
Through the intricate touch of the friendship
Our minds continue to expand
I Write as I converse with you
Bringing me the utmost joy
Feeling, barely noticing, the slightest growth of thought
Options arise as to whether we shall continue
Our discussion of what may seem like nothing
Intrigues me more, allowing myself to grow
Expressing myself in various ways
However you have yet to learn why I am
Why am I, who I am?
Continuing the relaxed mind battle
Fighting over what is true
My friends, you, my friend, continue to push me
Motivating me to be the best I can be
Encouraging free expression, disregarding the absurdity.
I come to my senses and realize
You have only bettered me through our deliberate thought
As the hour glass of time slowly drops the delicate pieces of sand,
I want to thank you before my time, our time is up
For everything, even the smallest of actions
You have helped me be me.
I shall always remember you have made me think
I wish I could think of a word other than deep
But that is exactly how you have made me think—“deep[ly]”
However my mind has exhausted and I only hope
Assured and aspired to have another “deep" conversation