A True Friend

It must be 15 years now, or close to, that D and I have been friends. We met at college and have always kept in touch.

With D, there is no drama, no judgement, no heartache, no pain, just D. He is a rock, calm as the Blessington Lakes, always there, always loyal.

D came to visit this evening. It must be two years at least since he came before. We laughed, we cried.... (just kidding....). We ate, we drank red wine, we watched TV, and occasionally philosophised, it is our domain after all, though I have ten years of life wisdom on him.

Sleep well Declan, and be assured of French Toast for breakfast in the morning, (with free range eggs!).