Poetry for old friends
Poetry for old friends is necessary
Correspondence is the usual
As rare perhaps
Somehow it’s as if old friends cannot inspire the flowery feelings a lover can
Even the worst lovers
Especially the worst lovers
Why old friends give the best love, no?
They are under no pressure of sexual impress to
And so their care when given is extra special
And you my dear
In your most troubled day
One of too many you have been having
For my comfort
You listened and advised and read to me and highlighted text in bold so I can cry about someone
Else
Not mentioning my love for you enough
Because that’s what sex does
And yet here you have been
Through all these times of good and bad
With your molten cheeses over endives from better days
Strawberries you dipped into chocolate by hand
To celebrate me
You are an angel my love
And though I too am in straits
Because with old friends our lines get better over time
We give each other space to struggle
And don’t come to the others’ rescue
Unless asked
Though I cannot do much
I want to say
You are dear so very dear to me