Kelly and his boy, Punky

MY COMFORT FRIEND

        Last night I went into my Closet of Influences and I found a comfortable old sweater I though I had lost. He's a gorgeous green cardigan with big onyx inlay buttons and two generous pockets, where I used to hide my insecurities and a hanky for any stray tears. His comfort streams from the depth of his laughter and the low measured telling of special confidences and revelations about the turn of events since we last shared a hug and the warmth of our union.

        It was a joy to hear Kelly's voice again, it hadn't changed. Well maybe it was a bit more measured, reflecting the consideration of intent, as we shared stories of what has become of us since we last saw each other in Arvada, so many years ago. I'm thrilled to have rediscovered my dear friend, now we have a chance to grow old together and enjoy the warmth and comfort of a grand friendship.