I made him my friend, to socialise with me.
I made him my company, to shield me from the people.
I made him my buddy, to feel less lonely and outcast.
Others felt uncomfortable, while I trust him.
Or simply, I know him.
He is a woodblock, I told him. Repeatedly.
I told him that one deepest secret,
he had no reaction except the blur face.
Observe more, I always say.
He is still the same old him.
A person with no anger and unlimited patience,
want to lead a simple life.
Things changed. I can feel it. Even people told me about it.
Distance away, I did, for I can’t take it.
I am sorry, but still I have to do it.
I am thankful to have you as a friend.