Wednesday, 11 August 2010


When words are sent
They tend to take a while to land;
Whether posted,
Or toasted,
Or opened in the hand
By palm held candle lit phones
On a stroll to the store
To shore up the cupboards,

And they can often make you notice
How a far off broadcast
Can achieve a closer impact,
And stop you in your tracks.

And yesterday
Such a remark sparked life
Into my mobile,
Which I combed through
Until found:
“You really are my best friend,
The best friend I ever had”
And instantly I froze,

And this simple little phrase received
Has magnified significance,
And further words breathed into life
Will never mean as much to me.

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