A friend.

Where the lines are drawn,  
behind the pixellated image  
and across the 'stop' sign  
when you need to  
get home,  
I will be  
quiet in your pumping organs and peaceful as a plastic bag's shadow and in the fantasy of a star at the cinema.  
Open up your eyes  
while I create footing  
and fulfill myself.  
"Glaze the photograph, tarnish it and waste it in your wallet  
where it's keeping colour."  
Where the seas seem too wide  
and the day becomes another pill to take  
we can escape,
you and I.  
From the path of destiny,
we'll divert from the plan  
into a yoghurt pot, a bottle of gin  
or beautiful, written company.