Drawing By Gary C.
Callus
Our friendship is
the callus on our hands,
worn by the same labor,
unique as thumbprints.
Like brave soldiers,
we march in step,
our heartbeats keeping time.
When one of us calls,
midnight is never too late.
Trust formed slowly,
the way German shepherds bond,
until even the fog
became familiar,
a roughness that remains
long after the hands
forget the weight.