Friendship Poem

As always …

Thank you for a visit,
the goodies,
the chat,
the laughs,
the uncomfortable but familiar
awkwardness you keep on wearing like armour,
that has long since become too small.

This is how poems are written,
from things we cannot say out loud,
for fear of disturbing the precarious balance
of sleep-walkers.

All is well with us,
next to each other, we are both sitting as
close as we dare to what each fears most;
you – passion,
me – love.

While gods in the heavens roar with laughter,
tumbling from one fluffy cloud to another,
like imaginary kids in fairy tales.

In the soft light of dusk, you found a word
I did not know I was seeking,
for my poem.

Like a pebble lost on the beach,
you picked it up and handed it to me,
it fitted perfectly.

I never saw anyone on that beach before.