Don't confuse Companionship with Friendship

In the midst of laughter and good times shared,
Mistakenly believing those around you cared,
They offer advice, a smile, a laugh,
But true friendship's depth you miss by half.

Thoughts clouded by smoke and haze,
Believing camaraderie in those days,
Yet the emptiness remains, a void so deep,
Alone in a crowd, a secret you keep.

Amidst seven billion souls, you feel alone,
Hiding in silence, in your own home,
Burying your face in a tear-stained pillow,
Screaming for help, drowning in sorrow.

Longing for a friend to be by your side,
To hold you close, in silence abide,
To listen to your cries, your fears and pain,
To offer solace in the midst of the rain.

Friendship, a bond so pure and true,
Only appreciated when felt in lieu,
Of the emptiness that surrounds your heart,
Aching for connection, torn apart.

We mistake it for friendship, a deeper bond,

But true companionship is easily undone.

When time is most convenient, we cling,

But when the winds of change blow, the reality isn't as it seem. 

The saddest poem is one of misplaced trust,

Of mistaking companionship for something just.

Friendship is a tapestry, woven with care,

Not a fleeting moment, not a passing flare.

So let us not confuse the two,

For companionship is not all that's true.

Seek out the friendships that withstand time,

For they are the ones that truly shine.