You’ve always been so good at following my lead,  leaving me alone when I pull away. 

But sometimes I really wish you wouldn’t. 

Process of Friendship

Two became four

And then more

Until me and you

Became a group of us


But life is better versed

In division than the other

Pushing us further

Till only you and I remain



Two in the north

Two as far west as possible

Several still within state

But rarely accessible


Found one more devoted

But all the way in Scotland

Keeping us remote and forgotten

And ultimately