…I search
for a telephone number that I am
sure has long been
deactivated, and
I write to a stranger.
Who was once a friend.
All the time hoping what they say is
true
that
true friendship never really dies and
real friends pick up effortlessly where they
left off
almost like
nothing had happened in
the days… or months
…or years since
the last sentence
Pick up like
they had only just paused in the
middle
of their conversation to
order a second cup of
coffee and
my heart sings when
this stranger lights up my screen
dear, dear forgiving friend
big smile, bigger heart
life’s joys and
struggles are still
bountiful and
how lovely it is to
once again share them
with you.
Welcome back. Please
stay a while.
Happy Birthday, TB!