Friends.
Just friends.
I told you I would be okay;
I’d laugh with you another day.
Friends.
Just friends.
But echoes whisper through my mind,
Of love, the word we’ve left behind.
Friends.
Just friends.
And memories leave your heart a mess,
So every friendly touch becomes
A caress.
Emotions buried will break free,
And so I fear we’ll never be
Friends.
*****
M.A. Mohanraj
November 23, 1992