25 years I've been alive,
Same as the brown bear,
That's the time lenght they survive.
I don't possess such claws and teeth,
Though I've grown a lot the past year,
I stopped to count the passing weeks.
Age is just a number they say,
Really seems to be true however,
10 years more, counting from May.
As sudden it was, I don't fear it anymore,
I think she nows however,
"Do you mind if I talk about it?"- "No."
No I do not, and that took time,
Even more so courage and thinking,
To keep our friendship alive.
Yet, I still have the occasional thought,
With months it will pass though,
All those feelings I happily caught.
Enough of that already!
It's my 25th afterall,
I'm fighting for my happy place,
I'm putting on my poker face,
Listening to everything, and all,
Staring at her, and honestly I'm happy.
This was a cozy, happy and honest 25.
