We drink tea,
our voices talk over each other,
in familiar banter.
I laugh at the similar ways we know,
our sorrow and pain,
has a ring only two friends can hear.
The tea becomes bitter,
the sweets become sweeter.
We laugh at our insecurities,
fashion covers our truth,
but we don't care,
as we find common ground,
develop an intimacy,
that is not hidden behind masks.
Our friendship is spoken,
We are transformed through the simplest of gestures,
we drink tea and find ourselves.