BEST FRIENDS

 

 

 

 

You were twelve without a heart

I was fifteen at a throw

And I loved you from the start

Not mature enough to know

 

Beside a monitor in front

Walked a boy I didn't know

What fellows called a little runt

A little runt of twelve or so

 

We were best friends you and I

I was immature and shy

But to tell you how I felt

Well I didn't even try

 

In the end we found a way

We were to find a little brook

A thrush and skylark flew away

A blush and kiss was all it took

 

Well it ended far too soon

For I had to go away

And the briefest honey moon

Was foreshortened by a day

 

I drove to see you once in Wales

Between the mountains and the fen

Between the seascape and the sails

I fell in love with you again

 

And we found a little beach

Down below a stretch of sand

A little cove just out of reach

We clambered almost hand in hand

 

You were done with seventeen

I was twenty at a throw

Though still a boy no longer green

Quite mature enough to know

 

We lay naked in the sand

We were lovers you and I

But to dare to touch your hand

Well I didn't even try

 

Late that night we went to bed

I slept beside you on the floor

Where I watched your gentle head

And was to hear your gentle snore

 

I thought before I drove away

You were born to be a prince

Then I thanked you for my stay

And I hadn't seen you since

 

Almost eighteen months ago

A little pub I didn't know

And a boy I got to know

Almost fifty years ago

 

When I look into his eyes

I can read him like a book

Indeed it comes as no surprise

His name is written in his look

 

Then I say I knew your dad

Almost fifty years ago

At which he's genuinely sad

And says to stop and say hello

 

It takes a second to sink in

A great deal older but the same

I wonder how it might have been

That love itself had been to blame

 

So good natured as you are

We sit and talk of this and that

And never once look back that far

There was nothing wrong in that

 

There is something on your mind

I can see it in your look

You say your son's that way inclined

Which seems to let us off the hook

 

A fire is burning in the grate

I stay and stare into its flame

And think it's way beyond too late

That love will never be the same

 

In the fire there burns a gate

At which I waited till you came

To think we only had to wait

For love to call us out by name

 

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