A serious acquaintance - but only that.
Years ago, I once tipped my hat
To him as a greeting, when we were both young.
The silence that followed, it hadn't stung.
Six years have passed in a blink
And we both seem to think
The other has forgotten - we did share
Phone numbers, stepping into social trap's lair.
We differ too much anyway
- he's serious, I'm desperate to repay
The fate for yesterday's troubles.
We live in independent bubbles.
And so, Christopher, to label:
Clever, resourceful, stable.
It's odd that our paths share a spot
- it seems as one grew, the other had to rot.
YOU ARE READING
A phone book
PoetryA loose continuation of A Few Hysterical Words, this time focused on character descriptions.
