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I have had a couple of posts buzzing around my mind this weekend but this morning I got a phone call that brought me up short.  So instead, there is this something else, written in memory of a good friend.

There are people who love you

I am shaking all over
for what are you supposed to think
when a stranger phones you
at 9 am, phoning on behalf of someone else.

My hands won’t sit still
I am using them, to quell their quivering
they are a tattle tale
to my heart’s worried leanings

my eyes blur, sharpen, blur again
the day’s distinctive shapes keep shifting
I can’t keep clear now
distraction has hijacked every thing

I carry you in my heart
can’t bear the words
upon hearing.