Poem: In Another Life

A poem of some obvious reflection…

In another life, you stayed put, you
Didn’t leave — there was no drift.
In another life, you never lost the
plot, you kept on reading — never
needing to borrow books from my
shelves to impress the girls from

the pub. In another life, you didn’t
rat me out to the cops to save your
own arse; your goose was never
cooked because the straight line
was the only one you walked. We
still talked about music and movies,

played the odd round of golf —
laughed a lot at all the things
that cracked us up for all those
times. And we would still

                                              be friends.
             In another life.