For my buds

I have been lucky to spend time with my friends on individual times this month. I was reflecting on it when my radio went silent. No music means my mind wanders... I found myself writing.

It was happenstance that we met. It was luck I was able to make you smile. It was coincidence that we had similar tastes. The synchronicity of our lives, hopes, and dreams make me ponder.  Though I question if fate exists, I find happy thoughts that my good fortune is calling you friend.
So, though I may wish to tell you every time we talk, I don't. But here, you can visit the following words as much as you want:
I appreciate you in ways I cannot convey
I miss you the moment I walk away
We carry parts of each other in our individual tasks
You are one of few I have let see past my masks
Each of you knows my secrets, and they are not all the same
Some are outrageous, others are tame
So if you have a bad day, or just need a kind word
I offer a hug, and a chance to be heard