Don't wanna lose a friend.

Have a friend. Who makes me fearful. Not for myself. But for her. She  lapses into depression. For varying periods. When I don’t hear from her for a while, maybe it’s because of depression. Or so I speculate. Sometimes I’m wrong. She’s all right. I’m relieved. So in that regard, maybe I am fearful. After all, at times she has sounded suicidal. But she’s always bounced back.  A good sign. But still…one never knows. Anyway, I’m always suspicious. About what’s going on. Gotta be. Because she’s a dear friend. I don’t wanna lose a friend. Needlessly. – Jim Broede