I’ve picked up my pen and paper yet again.just to speak of on of my special friends. A 68 yes old black man.Single like me he’s on his own.Hes within walking distance and really quite poor. Not that I’m rich. But we greet at the door. There was a time in the south it wouldn’t be allowed.But time has made us become close friends. He feels sorry for me bc I am lesbian and worries about my safety. He grew up in times our friendship could mean death. But I am me and will always be and I couldn’t give a rats.we’ve gotten closer bc of the covid he brought bleach and I shared sanitizer and mask. Soups when sick and gifts on holidays. I’m sure this is what friends are about. And I thank God for the few true friends I have.