She asked to be my Facebook friend.
I wasn’t keen. She was a stalker.
I’d sometimes see her in the street.
I’d stay mute, she was the talker.
I’d been avoiding her for years,
When she appeared, I’d always hide.
She’d look for me behind the gate,
I wouldn’t wait, I'd duck inside.
And then our world began to change:
Quarantine and isolating.
My feelings softened, it was strange;
No more enmity or hating.
Perhaps we really could be friends?
My change of heart would have shocked her.
I’ll call on her when lockdown ends.
But then on second thoughts, I blocked her.
By Dianne Colk