And with hindsight 

Some friendships are culled at "hello"

They are kept in place

Roped and pegged

Filed in dusty metal boxes

Marked as " things best left alone"


In the index of these files,

In bold, underlined font are 

A very British set of Unspoken Rules

Which is fine

They deal with awkward issues

Like extended personal space

Buying drinks, eye contact

That kind of insanity


Ultimately, within these baited relationships

Are the tensioned  wires

Where the performers balance 

And the audience holds its breath 


The build

It is the sweetest part of acceptance

However bitter that may be

The suggestion

That when the law of collision

Combines with a parallel universe


Collateral damage will tumble

Debris catapults and entangles


But -


Maybe, just maybe

The right fragments disintegrate

And the hoped for ones swap sides




Poetry by LFD3
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Written on 2017-05-07 at 09:41

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Ver clever and insightful. Well written!

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
I really like this.
"British set of unspoken rules." I like it. :) it's so sensible.

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
I can empathize with this, LFD.