My best friend from college
and I
ride north to the dispensary.
Something neither of us
was interested in
back then.
He fidgets with his wedding ring
and he drives a different car.
I have three kids now
and I seldom frequent a bar.
We both have wives now
and calendars—
more complex lives.
Between the man I love most
the closest thing I have to a brother
and myself
there are still no awkward silences,
hurt feelings, or resentments held.
Fourteen years of friendship
some grey hairs now
wrinkles starting to line the face
and yet at their core—
some things never change.