On the train home from Cambridge...
Friendship
that doesn’t speak
Only eyes
that look on the written word.
The knowing
know that transcends all bullshit
Months of
absence; absent bout nought.
Scribbled
lives, connecting lines
Connected wires
– left idle; unspoken.
Debts of
gratitude
From despair worn over years,
Happiness refreshed
in minutes
Blessed with
communion and beautiful views.
A spy to my
soul, caretaker extraordinaire:
My unsung,
undone, unused hero
Whose only
idea can soothe my heart.
Perfectly
flawed – never needed to be fixed
Only loved,
and adored, adorned with new life.
New hope, new
loves
New laughs and
old conversation.
The perfect
pair
For me; from
you
Perfect love,
I thought I could only imagine.
