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.