Alchemisland

I have not seen you in a decade

I stared at a picture of you this morning

Then, on my way back from the shops, gazing

At my feet in my way, you heying me from your bike

Face of a stranger, how strange the world’s ways

How the hidden sympathies intentions convey

Bidding magnets apart, weaving unlikely fates

What a pleasant surprise, a face I thought not to see again

My eyes delighting a familiar smile, that part of me young did not die

You allow me to lie, you allow my denial, and that’s why I like you

Talking of old times, the time you comforted me crying in town, twat;

Do you remember that?