This morning i took her poem for a long walk, a stroll, which turned into a jog, yet it never turned breathless or speechless its hair didn’t get tousled neither did it sweat or tire it kept it’s lovely shape it didn’t shout at passersby who raced away on their bikes it didn’t stop to pet stray dogs yet i know it wanted to this morning when i took her poem for a long walk i didn’t wish to come back at all yet i did but it came back with me and it looked as lovely as ever i think i have finally found a friend i can keep.