A drizzle of sunlight through the roman blind,
the paper-shuffle of the daily grind,
you called and you said ‘come’ and so I came
to find out exactly how strong the flame
of friendship burnt, and burns after a time.
We all think that the intervening years
treat everyone the same, a few extra tears
unique to our lives, give us too the cause
for unique laughter. Except this, she draws
fatelines the same, same leaves in the dossiers.
But not each leaf was written in the same ink
some weird insert, some strangely broken link,
word or verse struck an oddly haunting note;
the flame burnt still, therefore this sudden thought-
she wrote for you an untoward suffering!
But step away and stop being overwrought
about this or that line that fate forgot;
maybe she varies the trials, victories
by type and time both, she brings us to our knees
the intensity the same, just different plots.
This be the salient verse, then, this the nub
that distance doesn’t alter friendship and love,
your happiness and sorrow still feel like mine -
this itself a lesson in triumph. Even timecan’t control at will what rises and ebbs.