We lived together, side by side

For many, many years.

And yet we never spoke

Or smiled or waved or said hello.

Sad, really.

But funny how

An unexpected turn

Can change the way we live.

He knocked on Tuesday

Holding apple pie.

“Do you want?” he asked,

Holding out the dish.

Now he comes out every day,

To bring me gifts

And for a chat.

I think he’s lonely

And he’s scared,

But I cannot help but love

That now we’re friends

And it grew from something

Everyone called bad.