It’s in the tiny bits
the way in which we’re
that perfect
imperfect fit

Late night calls
turned into
the perfect plan
when I’m fucked in the head

Soothing voice
the right push and pull
to get me moving
once more

The power we hold
together or appart
my favourite choice
I’ve ever made

And when I can
I’ll be there to
hold your hand
my perfectly imperfect friend