#Poem: BFF

A friend calls.
I have news, but do not want
To seem too pushy.
I’m thinking — for some reason — that
My news will

Take over the conversation.
And I’m thinking that would be sub-optimal.

He’s a good friend
And I’m glad to listen to
His tales and questions.

And then, he pauses.
I blurt my news.
He responds:

“Why didn’t you say so
In the first place?
You let me talk about nothing
When you had something
So big to share.”

The rest of the conversation —
Like all that came before —
Is a delight.

Enough said.

~ by Stan Stewart

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