Trite word from a tired mind. . .


My Intimate Stranger



When I needed you,
your words flashed red and yellow banners
warning me to slow down,
STOP
going out of control.

When I needed you,
anyone to listen, you faithfully lingered in the silence
waiting for me to look around,
STOP
waiting for response.

When I needed you,
someone to depend on to empathize, to understand,
accepting without judgment,
you did not stop
being a faithful friend.

Whenever I needed you,
I sent a message with red and yellow banners
held in my pleading hands,
and you always stopped
as for a dearest friend.

Now I always need you,
part of my life till death we strangers part,
though sight as yet unseen
and voice unheard,
my strangely dearest friend.







Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2007-04-03 at 02:01

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Zoya Zaidi
Not trite at all!
I agree with Rob!
Well, when you need some one, you need some one, and if that someone is always there for you, you are one hell of a lucky guy dear notadead!
((Hugs))
Love, Zoya
2007-04-03


Rob Graber
Not too trite to stiumulate, evidently! I take this to be about net relationships, where Tai takes it to be about pre-net ones...
2007-04-03



that is how passing friends in the night were described in the past NADP but with the net to hold us, friends can be forever imo. Great read, smiling at you, Tai
2007-04-03