Calling You Friend – Written early 1993 (Aged 17/18)

Calling You Friend

i call you friend,
but what do you call me?

i walk,
talking with those i meet,
then you pull the leash—
expect me to heel at your feet.

and yet,
i still call you friend.

like a tender fender,
a wing of a car—
strange things,
that is what you are.

just as my day begins,
you think you hold the power.
if i want to spend an hour—
talking with you,
you say the word,
and i do.

but time means nothing,
when my imagination
would rather take a walk.

i call you friend,
but you have no message to send.

what do you call me?
a comic,
masking his tragedy.

James Garratt 1993

This poem is part of a printout and the original writing pad, sadly no longer exists.

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