friend of a friend we’d nothing much in common
and how it was that only we were in
your place just then just after it had happened
whatever it was I can’t remember
I’m no therapist so when you described
some thing with highs and lows that separates
the past and present I could only shake
or nod my head and grunt in dumb agreement
those moments when moments are meaningless
and time goes wrong you said life’s punctuation
I suppose and then a gap I had to plug
with mumbled words there’s no peaks without troughs
I said and you repeated it in whispers
no pigs without troughs that’s it exactly