Today, I sat with an old friend,
cold drinks warming gently
as we talked about other things,
unwilling, or unable, to speak.

Today, I played a game of chess,
without board, or piece, or play.
Across a wooden table, two sides
fight for understanding.

Today, I was a banana milkshake,
creamy, thick, and yellow-bellied.
A drip, falling across cracked glass,
disrupts this meditation.

Today, she was a cold spiced apple,
warming, with a cool reflection.
Gentle, sweet, and
overwhelmingly British.

Today, I sat with an old friend,
cold drinks reflecting gently.
We talked about other things,
turn in turn, we speak.