I know Joy- she is my friend.
He introduced us.
She was not as I’d imagined, at first-
I thought she must be grand,
But she is quiet,
She was shy, at first.
Showing her face at only unexpected times…
Preferring him over I, I suppose,
She would round the corner when he’d smile,
And introduce herself in his laugh.
Joy would appear at his touch,
Then with his gaze,
Then in his words- some romantic.
But as we became acquainted,
She bided less until
Those intimate moments to show herself,
And came to appear
Just any time when he and I were together.
Joy resides with us now,
Near always the welcome houseguest,
Though one we can never rid of-
Not even in those seldom times
One seeks space to sulk.
Yes, she requires little.
He and I need not be together anymore,
Physically, that is
(though she still likes then best),
For her to greet me now.
I need only think of him,
And she is there.
My close friend indeed.