constants of change

Many, many decades later,

Subtrahend— —the thief of

time—had stolen years,

whittling away youth

with quiet precision,

leaving only memories as souvenirs.

Minuend, proud and steadfast,

stood firm against life’s relent-

less subtractions, holding onto

laughter,

unyielding, even as the seasons

adjusted the equation.

Difference, a wanderer,

measured space between

our footprints, sometimes vast,

sometimes mere inches—

—always shifting but never lost.

Constant, our faithful friend,

never faltered through life’s

algorithms, proof that distance

and time could never truly

divide what was meant to remain.

And so, decades later,

when our paths converged once more,

the solution was simple, undeniable:

Friendship is a theorem unbroken—

—forever true.