Why do I talk to you
as if we were old friends?
I excuse your silence.
Hello! So there you are.
I chirp at your advice to
Do a U-turn whenever possible.
You’re destination is straight ahead.
I smile at your mistakes.
Why do I forgive you
as friends do all the time?
I love poems that aren’t immediately obvious! Not quite sure about the last line… do friends forgive their satnavs, or your satnav… or you… or have I missed the meaning entirely?
good point – I obviously haven’t made it clear – so many thanks Robbie – sometimes things seem so simple when they are not