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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