Ode to the couches of friends

  • Never a pillow softer
  • than the one on the floor of your office,
  • amongst the whirring breath of computers
  • and memories of shared ideas.
  • And never a blanket warmer
  • than the one on your too-short couch,
  • near the window that hasn’t closed
  • since the night of our Mexican dance.
  • Tea can be as heady
  • as an expensive glass of champagne,
  • and toast as exotic as caviar
  • when we’re at your old kitchen table.
  • The only sights left worth seeing
  • are the changes to the interior décor
  • of the spare room where I’ll be sleeping
  • next time I pass by your way.
  • And every time that I leave
  • you turn out in droves to farewell me
  • and offer me undying support,
  • a place in your home forever
  • and forever a place in your heart.
  • (The only way I could single space it was to dot point it…sorry about that).

About Birdie in Beijing

Live in Beijing from 2012 til .... who knows? Right now, it suits me just fine.
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One Response to Ode to the couches of friends

  1. Jamie says:

    I quite like the square dot points

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