ode to my favorite techie (the somewhat less sucky version)

you know, we're not so different, you and i,
you with your friend, and me back here with mine,
though in your eyes, i see a cloudless sky,
and in your eyebrows, that metallic shine;

but i see, too, the smile you throw at him,
the kind of smile that makes him lean on you;
you look as happy as you've ever been,
but i can see that this is nothing new —

that you two are the greatest kind of friends,
the kind who love to keep each other safe,
who've been together back since god knows when
and always know exactly what to say;

i turn and lean my head on my friend's back.
i hope that someday, we can be like that.