seven ways to miss a friend
How does this work;
finding out, only now he’s gone,
that you loved a man?
Looking back, the clues are there,
out-of-season fruit hanging
in the still-existent past:
One; shared likes. Rocks and stuff.
Fishing (but he actually liked the fishing part,
maybe more, even, than the fresh air)
Two; the Professor thing. Sure, he was
teasing. But in a good way; a blokey
affirmation; a challenge.
Three; the other brainy stuff. We spent
enough time in each other’s company that
his wild ideas annoyed me sometimes.
Four; family. His wife’s a kissing friend;
I cuddle his infant son. Their daughter slept
a night in my house; he gave mine passionfruit.
Five; passion and integrity.
He lived and said what he believed, and
mostly that scared the skin off me.
Six; the food. (Simple, but true).
Chilli and rice, tea and wine at the long table.
Kids weaving between conversations.
Seven; faith. We are chased by the
same God. Josh sees Him more clearly
now, but maybe he always did.
Last real revision: 11 November 2008