We were born in the sixties, you and I.
Amidst Beatlemania and Twiggy,
free love and rock and roll.
And although I’m sure we had very different lives,
town mouse and country mouse springs to mind.
We came together for a common goal.
A chance encounter on a dating site.
Your humour got me first, your brain reeled me in, and so it began.
The rest is history, as they say.
And although in parts I know you so well,
like a threadbare cardigan or a favourite T-shirt,
much of you is still a mystery to this day.
I often contemplate in times of solitude,
is there a parallel life, somewhere in time and space,
where I wake each day with you by my side?
As lovers, or something more permanent, more rigid perhaps?
Where our paths crossed sooner, possibly through work,
or maybe somewhere, in the eighties, we would accidentally collide.
Imagine the night of passion that would have eventually ensued.
My still young and unflawed body entwined with yours in rapturous abandon.
How many times would we have lain together like this?
Would we have then gone our separate ways?
Forgotten each other, until fate intervened
and drew us together again by its invisible cord,
for our inevitable reunion and kiss.
But our reality is a strange kind of friendship.
In the background, steadfast, quietly sleeping,
but we both know it’s there in times of need.
In my darkest hours, you have, unwittingly,
saved me, with a few comical words written in a message.
Where, if only for the briefest of moments, a smile is guaranteed.
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 10:37 AM UTC
We were born in the sixties, you and I.
Amidst Beatlemania and Twiggy,
free love and rock and roll.
And although I’m sure we had very different lives,
town mouse and country mouse springs to mind.
We came together for a common goal.
A chance encounter on a dating site.
Your humour got me first, your brain reeled me in, and so it began.
The rest is history, as they say.
And although in parts I know you so well,
like a threadbare cardigan or a favourite T-shirt,
much of you is still a mystery to this day.
I often contemplate in times of solitude,
is there a parallel life, somewhere in time and space,
where I wake each day with you by my side?
As lovers, or something more permanent, more rigid perhaps?
Where our paths crossed sooner, possibly through work,
or maybe somewhere, in the eighties, we would accidentally collide.
Imagine the night of passion that would have eventually ensued.
My still young and unflawed body entwined with yours in rapturous abandon.
How many times would we have lain together like this?
Would we have then gone our separate ways?
Forgotten each other, until fate intervened
and drew us together again by its invisible cord,
for our inevitable reunion and kiss.
But our reality is a strange kind of friendship.
In the background, steadfast, quietly sleeping,
but we both know it’s there in times of need.
In my darkest hours, you have, unwittingly,
saved me, with a few comical words written in a message.
Where, if only for the briefest of moments, a smile is guaranteed.
I wrote this about someone whos been my friend for 20 years now but weve never actually met in person. We FaceTime occasionally but we mostly communicate via WhatsApp and I couldnt imagine life without him in it.
