The ones that will pour you their fancy wine in the middle of the night on a bench near the cemetery opposite the forest. Getting me drunk to help me recover from a heartbreak. Just like when we were 18, except for the fancy wine and the grown up glasses, and we only met much later in life.
Agreeing to meet spontaneously just because I texted and called. Helping me to reflect and to move on, by sharing their perspectives with me.
Friends they are called
But are in fact the family I once chose
So I thought
Until now I know
We were chosen for each other by God
The army He sent to support