two-part discussion from a Tuesday

(You've always been my friend.)
See his eyes?
Is it clear yet?
(You'll always be my friend.)
He changed himself.
He's ready now.
Rebuilt.
(I know you're still my friend...)
Childhood trees.
Tire swings and curling bark.
It had to be chopped down
sometime. By someone.
(No matter what, we're friends.)
He gave her the job.
She built a barn
from rusty nails.
She threw the tire into a ravine.
She made herself a desk plaque title.
(As a friend, as a friend.)
Erosion played itself out.
Summer vacation cottage
can't stay a barn forever.
He knocked it down. He did.
Someone, sometime, had to
pick up the pieces. Start over.
(We're different, we're friends.)
We're not separate anymore.
Two whole parts, one good time.
I always wanted a porch;
he wished for a foundation.
Now we can relax, together.
A porch swing like a tire
so long thrown away.
(You've always been my friend.)