06 March 2011


It seems so foreign to me.
After seven years of longing;
to love and be loved,
to be allowed a curious taste
with tongues and searching fingertips,
to be your friend -
simply, your friend.
It has come to this:
Penciled in for Monday
to neatly wrap things up
with an exchange of words
and a firm handshake
to say goodbye
to what might have been.