I posted a comment saying that it sounded like a title for a gloomy 'British poem'.
I write this as the CFO of an international corporation sings James Taylor songs and Joni Mitchell and Carol King and plays the harmonica and I wonder at this strangest of friendships and feel as comfortable as I have felt whilst writing in the midst of company..
A happy creative environment but bonkers for all that and I think about the idea of prose moving into something that is almost recognisable as poetry in the way that stilted acquaintance blends into friendship. nothing rhymes yet there is something lyrical.
We learn most about people by getting to know them slowly and keeping an open mind.
And not bullying them
And not letting them bully us because we want to be popular or liked
And not bullying ourselves into distance from other people
Friends dribble into our lives.
Or by osmosis creep in.
Into
Relationship day in the real life section.
Then come and go unconditionally with a bagful of memories
and an invitation to return
on relationship day
In the real life section.
Come back: The happiest meant words possible to say
And the happiest to hear.
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