Distance means very little

Distance means very little when Friendship means more.
Life is sometimes strange, life in this modern age
But some of the people I class as my closest friends
I have never physically met
Yet you really know me.
We have bonded globally
Share our lives daily
This tricky dichotomy
Of soul to soul meetings, yet without place
But you bring joy to my heart, when I see your face.
Some of the people who talk to me
Know more about me than my own family
We share, music, art and poetry
And we rejoice in each other’s company
Hold secrets and heart eternally.
When the dark clouds of life roll in
As they do periodically, in the air of inevitability
We share our troubles as the highs
Dry each other’s tears whilst wishing on stars in our version of the same sky
Some of my friends live 5 hours from me
Not separated by sea but not close enough for a cup of tea
So, we facetime with mugs at the ready
We face everything together, so troubles don’t get to heavy
Some of my friends live within 2 hours of me
But life gets so busy and diary balancing is challenging
But when we meet up we find our ways back to the beginning
Always with humour and jollity
wherever I know you from near or far
You are my shiniest twinkling stars
Yes, to some this may seem bizarre
But surely all friendships contain and element of chance
Thank you for giving me the honour of your company
Humbled and honoured that you choose to spend time with me
For those I have yet to meet
I dream of the day I might get to greet
To hold you in a hug and share a mug
Of tea or coffee or wine or chocolate
And we will laugh and rejoice that day
But thank you for being my friend anyway.
written by
Aly O'Neill
November 2017

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