At first glance, it seemed just a jest,
A passing “hello” in life’s busy quest.
But through each stumble and every win,
You were the shoulder—never short, always in.

There were days of laughter, nights of tears,
Stories retold for years and years.
Though our paths and dreams may not align,
In heart and memory, you’re always mine.

No need for perfect answers or grand advice,
Just coffee, stories, and a bit of spice.
In a world that rushes and rarely stays,
You’re my pause—my warm, unhurried place.

So, with every “let’s go” and “where to now?”
Thanks for a friendship that’s real somehow.
You prove that in this messy, noisy ride,
Some people don’t just pass—they stay, they abide.

By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)