Hold a true friend with both your hands. ~Nigerian proverb

Once

You were

The center

Of my world and

My prized possession.

Then I put you aside

For years — no, make that decades.

You never complained nor did you

Seem to resent my indifference.

But good friends shouldn’t be treated that way.

It was a silver flute that caught my eye.

Learning to play it became my goal.

But I don’t have to choose, do I?

Playing both instruments would

Make me more valuable.

Now that you’ve been fixed

I’m going to hold

Both of you

Near my

Heart.

Note: Poetry form is a Double Etheree.