Lawrence Moore has been writing poems - some silly, some serious - since childhood. He lives in Portsmouth, England with his husband Matt and nine mostly well behaved cats. He has poetry published at, among others, Sarasvati, Pink Plastic House, Fevers of the Mind and The Madrigal. His first collection, Aerial Sweetshop, was published by Alien Buddha Press in January. @LawrenceMooreUK

A funny sort of friendship
started maiden day in Mayfield.
Seems lazy, but I won't distill
exactly why I liked you.
We don't all want to know how magic is done.

I went to yours from time to time.
We kept ourselves amused with games
but couldn't find an awful lot to say.

Once,
when I was about to leave,
we stood on the upstairs landing
and the fleeting thought of kissing you
came in, said sorry and left.

Another parting, in school,
absentmindedly called 'I love you'.
The two of us kept walking
and are walking to this day.