Friends Forever
By Catherine Sawers
I think it’s about time
I finally talk about my friend
whom more than a year ago
I feel like I left for dead
it doesn’t matter that we lost touch
in our godawful twenties
if I had my druthers
we’d still be playing Barbies
and buying up blocks of tenements
to erect on Baltic and Atlantic
and writing secret notes in class
about how our teacher looks satanic
you were my ally
in the face of all those phonies
you always stuck by me
even when I was out of the country
now that I can’t call or write
instead I have vivid dreams
where we’re on fantastic adventures
or being feted like exalted queens
we’re always living high and having fun
like the dreams we had as young girls
I don’t see why you shouldn’t live so grand
just because you are in a different world
I am now a big fan and will be an even bigger one when I get back from work and read the rest of your stuff.
Your comments come at the best possible time, just as I send a poetry submission to a newspaper’s call for poems. It is certainly a good omen!