by Juliet Wilson

From a chance teenage meeting
you became my first foreign friend.

Strained visits give way to
letters now and then.

Ever polite, I always write
not wanting to be the one to not reply.

Five years pass with nothing
but Christmas cards
signed in haste.

Now here you are on my doorstep
determined to visit

but nothing to say.

Juliet Wilson lives in Edinburgh, blogs at Crafty Green Poet and edits Bolts of Silk.

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