I really like my friend Zachary

Sitting on the patio I think to myself

What he means to me

The patio alights but I am deep

In thought

I really like Zachary

I like the way he talks to me when I say Hello

I like the way his eyes cheese through his mask when I make him laugh

I love the way I get chipper, galvanize when I see him walking on his way

The way he gives me escape but a new adventure 

from a conversation dragging by

I love the way I laugh, feel free, the way I flow when I speak to him

The jokes he gives, the body shakes, the cute secrets, the hard feelings

I love it all, Zachary through and through,

But what I most of all love is that we are friends, 

that we are one but also two.