The pigeon lolloped along the platform,like Tich Miller in that Junior cert poem.It hobbled with difficulty,one foot and one stump.It flew and it stoped,flew and stopped.Wind blew and trains past.
The wind howled and my hair moved with it.My scarf hit my face and my teeth chattered.You handed me one of your gloves and we continued to walk,arm in arm,we were just friends.
I put up my hand and said what I thought.Plucked up the courage and backed up my point.
It lolloped along.Struggled to move.Stopped for a break and cooed and cooed.
With one glove each,we were content.The definition of best friends.You grabbed my cold hand and I grabbed yours we walked along and it felt normal.
You're wrong!I said,or that's what it amounted to.Unethical.Immoral.It makes me angry!
The pigeon sat down on the bench beside me,timid and shy but I reached out to stroke it,
'Be quiet' you said,'it doesn't matter'.'Let me do the talking,just stand there and look nice'
"I'm sorry,this may sound silly' I said 'but I strongly disagree'
The pigeon just sat there and I gently stroked it's feathers,cooeing.A friend in a sense though I never admit it
you walked away angry,your face shone red.'I'm your friend not your girlfriend' was all I had said.When you finally calmed down and you pulled me in close,I never wanted it to end wanted you to always protect me.
'you see,for me,my beliefs they amount to more than that.I can't just sit back and watch things happen.We need action and change and we need it now!'
Now I never see the pigeon,I don't save it some lunch.I never carried it home with me.Trains and pigeons don't go so well together.
You were like my big brother and I miss wearing your gloves and you hoodies and jackets.Mostly I miss you!Believe it or not!I miss how you stink of smoke and our 'hugs and chats'.I can't be the same with anyone else and I hope you realise that I do care.
I continue to argue,fight for what I believe.It's all thanks to you you know,you brought me out of my shell.I miss the Pigeon and tell myself it's gone on holidays.Like you it's dissapeared,never to be seen!I miss you I do but I'm so greatful,It's only a year later that I'm realising how much I have to thank you for.Before I was like the pigeon who 'lolloped' around aimlessly.Now I'm sure of myself and what I want to say.
I hope some day we can be friends again and I hope you'll come back,I hope I find another pigeon friend and I hope I never stop disagreeing with my lecturer.
If you read this,love you Ed! x
