A Friendship kindled in the strangest of places -
That spark of connection in unusual faces.
The soul of each fusing with the other -
familial love as sister and brother.

I know you deeply, as you know me.
Yet tell me truly how can that be?
‘Kindred Spirits’ - perhaps that’s it.
Tho’ I fear such a cliché does not fully fit.

Linked by suffering? It’s certainly true
that I felt deeply empathic when first I met you.
When I look at you is it reflection I see?
A more worldly-wise male version of me?

What do you see when looking my way?
As with so much in your life you never do say.
I hope the answer will one day be ‘a friend’ -
one who, perhaps, can help your soul to mend.