What Type Of Friend Would You Be?

What Kind of Friend Would You Be?

By Riccardo Marini - 2024

If you were my dream friend

What would I find at the end?

Would I find you on a dusty, boring un-swept corner room

Or, perhaps on my mind’s forgotten shelf of forgotten gloom?

Would I find you in bright lights performing to a crowd

Without me standing alongside the stage?

Would you be endowed?

With an imagination that creates fireworks when you speak.

Or would you have fallen

Into a molded basement suitcase lying around all by yourself?

Would you carry secrets to my grave?

Or would you share them to my face?

Would your message be distracting of emotion?

Sadly, void of grace?

Or would it be cheerfully nice? Which I could share

Would you fabricate creating a thrill for my pleasure?

Or would you not care how I felt to any measure?

Would you be my soul's confidant?

Or, happy to observe from a distance

My anxiety, my struggles that you might mitigate

Would you examine the frightful thoughts I’ve buried deeply

In the valleys of my mind?

And build me a staircase to help bring them to the surface

To deal with my sublime?

Would your insightful poetic writings make me feel like a bird in flight?

Or would your character display deceit,

Would you hide yourself if I came calling for an important task

In need in the middle of night

Would you lie under our oath?

Would you steal the gold from my teeth?

Would you watch me kneel in grief

Crying a river of tears beneath my feet

Or would you build a dam to hold back the flood

So, some day you will open the gates

With pleasure and watch me drown

Or would you enter my soul With a bucket and mop

and take as long as it would take To dry it all up?

And if you could gift yourself to anyone in the world,

Who would you choose?

Me or someone else?

Could you bleed every last drop

To give to me?

And no-one else?

Would you read me a love story

Holding my hand while I fell asleep

Cause I would like to know

What kind of friend would you be?