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.