The Friend
RespectfullyI asked
If I
Could touch
Your face.
I could feel your spirit soften
Gone to grace.
Slowly, I moved forward
Kissed your cheek.
Can you feel
No longer
Feeling bleak?
And you recoiled...
Frightened by the love
I have for you.
I hear what
You are saying
But it doesn't match
The you I know
Inside.
I slinked away
And pouted
Knowing you
Not knowing
Who you are.
8-14-09
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