What doorbell?

There’s a doorbell? 

I never noticed.

I’m a knock-as-I-open,

a holler-as-I-enter,

a step-inside-slip-off-my-shoes

kind of friend.

You’re a here-is-the-blanket,

I’ve-got-some-snacks,

I-already-forgave-you

my best kind of friend.

Our friendship

is a favorite hoodie.

You know the one:

Black, with the old logo,

perfect for hiding stains

and keeping me warm. 

There’s a doorbell?

I never noticed.

A friendship like ours

has no cause for alarm.