We had passed like ships in the night
But it took a Ceilidh and a coffee date
For the signal to get through
And allow us to connect
Over dance, novels, and romance.
We were introduced hesitantly
And took ten minutes to realize
We would be bosom buddies
And walked home shouting about
Sex, love and trust.
A stranger at a bar
A monsoon rain, switched seats
Steinbeck, Hemingway and scorpions
More rain and a challenge.
Connections made by chance
So narrowly made and easily missed
So dearly treasured.
A terrifying thought that consumes
How close it came to not having you
In my life
And I love you
And oh my god
How narrow is the razors’ edge
our friendship exists on.