I bet you’ll meet a girl, with pale hair, and wide eyes
Adept at stalking and pushing at you until you give in
And you will maybe not remember what we had talked about
Your strict instructions on how not to fall in love
She will be something else, with an easy-to-like-ness and pretty
And you will slowly unravel and let her be yours.
I will remember your words, furious and childlike at once
Bullet points, directives on moving away and climbing.
Written for a friend who left Australia to get away from the hurt of a past relationship. He was and still remains determined not to fall in love ever again, remains steadfast in his desire to die in cold delirium while climbing Mt Everest -and remains completely oblivious to the fact that it (finding a new love) could be the best thing that ever happened to him.