‘Hello’

With the autumn bud, i have run my eyes across your beign. The lines in your forehead, your worrying eyes, your moulded nose, your brown lips and your scaggly beard.

In december it was your bald head, your brown skin.

My polpular stranger, more freindly than not.

And while i have to admit that there is nothing more weird than writing to you, i am at a loss of media to express my self to you.

What is this change and where does it come from? How do you know when it is time?

My friend in months of close reflection i noticed you stood in front of windows for God awful long periods.  Distant(which is your favourite word) analysing the world from that limited outlet of pane. Because you said you were in thought, but  now I know that you cried. Because you are of such proud compostion you would not let the tears drop.

What are your thoughts? How long can you bottle them? But there you always go, smiling and cheering up your peers. Because you once said: ‘No matter what happens you should always be able to smile’ and i thought that was sad. As i’m sure as you knew once those words left your lips, that it was only the mechanism you apply to sheild yourslef from all our love.

But no matter, because in latter years i noticed that with everything around us you wanted the best for all of us. And there was no one more loving or caring than you.

But in the harsh months around when the flood hit, the times reflected your mood. Your eyes had a glaze that was foreign. Without regard you conducted your manners. And in this we being your friends suffered. Your cruelty had no bounds and we never heard from you for months. Only in these passed few weeks have i come to realise that your heart was ill. And because your face never gave away your fears those emotions appered extra cruel from you.

And your a hypocrite. For how in times of worry do you say to me ‘everything will be alright’ when you don’t believe in it.

Because in all this i realise that you are a human beign. Faulty like all of us. But in the early hours of today’s mourning i had a feeling to reach out to you.

‘Hello stranger’

‘And no matter how far it is you go in whatever, don’t go too far’

‘we are here’

And with that i’ll wipe  as the steam from hot showers clouds the mirror