Empty glass, my arse, oh where to begin
Chores left undone as I’m thinking of him
Years ago, it started
Friends, we departed.
Good friends again, in recent years
Regardless of my paranoid fears.
Frequently I’ve wanted him near
But that closeness, I have found
Has caused problems abound
So now we see each other
In the metaphysical
Still my heart does grow
Recognising a fixation in soul
Ah, but perhaps I am wrong
Does his heart sing to a different song?
With distance in between
One must trust the seam
Of fate’s spidery web
Always one step ahead
I remain entangled
Somehow, integral to every thread…
I raise a glass to that fancy arse
Those sweet cheeks so meek
The duty is his to complete
Forever a man as all men can be
He’ll always be a hero to me
And should he see me
He ought not to feel bad
As he was the best bloke
That I never had
The End.
Samantha’s ramblings on ‘friends far away and maybe lost forever’.
17th September 2019
