What is a friend?

The question rose and gazed at me,
in hard reflective form,
because of what had happened;
because of what you'd done.
I could not understand your words,
nor actions as they stood,
and yet I knew they could not come,
as friendship dressed in truth.
There was within their folded mood,
a nastiness which peered,
beyond the face of pleasantness-
which cut my heart to shreds.
The question slowly walked away,
there was no further need,
for in the doing you displayed,
my answer - cruel but clear.



What is a friend?
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