There was a time
When we almost
Shared the same
Coat and delved
Into sticky pockets
Touched trains of
Thinking and even
Tickled pink with
Witty witticisms
Somehow that coat
No longer fits
Our separation
A cold draught
Of isolation has
Weakened our bond
As with ebbing tide
Waving its shoreline
What once enticed
Our knowing
Has gained wisdom
To see beyond a
First infatuation
Our friendship
Is resigned to being
Off casts of each other…
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 27/06/2016
