Sunday 16 March 2014

#63 Friendship from a distance

It's a new morning, flip up the laptop, check if she wrote back
Eyes barely open, or if it's nearer, checking the phone
The second alarm, a reminder to stagger towards some hot water
Slowly waking, still imagining that we're not alone
A quick glance back at the clock as I'm dressing
Thank god for the urgency of work. 
Cause not that many things make time fly when you're missing a soulmate
Trying to concentrate, head down, drown out the gossip from a few desks over
Check over some numbers, write a few lines and get it all sorted
Thoughts drifting, my eyes shifting briefly, outside into space
Somewhere really far now she's probably waking
The phone rings and it's back to the task at hand
Nearly lunch, grab the phone and head over
to that area I found on the side of the canteen that has reception
Chicken's tasting good for a change, network in range, feel a bit strange
as I take a quick photo, take a look and send it over
Get back down quick, meetings, emails, telephone calls
Checking the phone as I stroll out the building 
and on the train, sometimes as I walk or back in the lounge
switch back to laptop, chat as the sun sets, what shall we eat next?
while Rich plays videogames in the background
wishing her goodnight, turn out the light, let's hope my thoughts pause for sleep
cause this hill can be steep, up and down but never flat and nobody knows
quite what's at the top or how deep the rabbit hole goes
close friends for seven months and it shows
in the way we message every day, sometimes for hours on end
sometimes for hours on end
debating our latest feelings, what we've been up to or how nice her hair is
the weather outside, her dad's new ride, the moon and the tide
persistently keeping it open, constantly believing and hoping
against the cynics and the critics, the norm and the difference of time
that we'll have our time
for however long, right or wrong or what happens after she's gone
in this space we are the masters
nobody comes close, accepts us more or feels more sure
hardcore to the core, the connection is pure, sometimes think about more
eyes wandering between the pavement and the sky
moving through the usual crowd as they pass by
deserving no more than a fleeting glance
between work, family, friends and the occasional run
and the possibilities that lie undiscovered under the sun
cause you don't meet the right person, you be the right person
try or die, it's never perfect but at least I don't lie
some days are good, some bad
constantly missing all the things that we never had
watch this space but be patient cause this isn't a race
It's hot outside, I might go for a walk.

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