Voice

I heard her voice
On a phone message
And all my fond memories
Of her rushed back to remind
Me she is alone far away too
Proud or perhaps just too
Stubborn to compromise
With fate whose arm I
Envision her pinning
To the tabletop in
A lightning win
Arm wrestling.
Yet she does
Persevere, a
Quality I
Much
Admire.
She has grit
And plays the
Cards she is dealt
Without self-pity or
Remorse though her
Enmity to those who have
Betrayed and abandoned her.
Is implacable as granite so I
Honor our friendship with
Care to never cross her
Knowing our friendship
Helps us both to vent
And I am rather fond
Of her knowing she
Understands we
Must both do
What we
Gotta
Do.