Without an address book
I can't call you.
There are more kilometres than I trust
between your starting point and mine.
You emailed: "Unless I hear from you
I'll be there" for conversations sweetened
by cake, chocolate and surviving fifty years
knowing there are some distances
new technologies just cannot bridge
some uncertainties conquerable only by
a teenage pact to always be friends.
Over hot chocolate with chili
stirring the chocolate glue
we agree to exchange mobile phone numbers.
The real test is keying them in.