Helga

From a chance teenage meeting
you became my first foreign friend.

Strained visits give way to
letters now and then.

Ever polite, I always write
not wanting to be the one to not reply.

Five years pass with nothing
but Christmas cards
signed in haste.

Now here you are on my doorstep
determined to visit

but nothing to say.


Previously published on The Pygmy Giant.  

I also today posted a poem on my Crafty Green Poet blog. You can read it here.