A voice rings out, a warm surprise,
“My best friend!” gleams in hopeful eyes.
A pleasant shock, a gentle jolt,
From someone who, we rarely ‘volt’.

And in that moment, something starts to bloom,
A quiet thought within my mental room.
How sparse their world, if I’m the one,
On whom such weighty titles spun.

We barely speak, the days stretch long,
A silent passage, where we don’t belong
In daily chats, or coffee shared,
Yet in their mind, this bond is aired.

Perhaps their life, a quiet stream,
Where my small presence is a cherished dream.
A deeper need, a wider space,
That I unknowingly, somehow grace.

And though we drift, like leaves on air,
For them, it seems, I’m always there.
A silent anchor, strong and true,
More to them, than I ever knew.