I went to send a WhatsApp message
to my friend.
But he’s not there.
So I went to send an Instagram post
to my friend. 
But he’s not there.
I tried to see my friend at work.
But they told me he wasn’t there.
So I thought i’d meet my friend for Karaage.
He wasn’t there.

I went to search for something else on insta,
I can’t remember what.
And instead a suggested post pops up, and there’s his face; 
my friend. 
Not just my account, but others too.
Exactly the same time, it feels like
my friend saying
“Hello, you.”

Just like the first tiny lone daffodil of spring;
ironic as the emblem of the place I saw you last.

Just like the brightest star that sits high in the sky;
ironic sitting so close to Polaris according to my eye.

Just like the glowing crescent moon, hanging just below;
ironic how much time you spent observing through your telescope.

And so instead I find new ways of communicating with you
my friend. 

A tiny reassurance, and mostly nice to know
that you’re still out there somewhere
with your little “hello, you”. 

Hello, my friend.