Poem

So often people say they found their lover in their friend. I just have to wonder if they’ve found a means to fit their end. I thought I knew you for so long, but now I’ve come to see That this man is a stranger, and you don’t remember me. For the first time in my life I wanted someone I could keep- To treasure me both heart and soul, to hold me in my sleep. When I saw you I was overjoyed, my search at last concluded, Who knew that I would come to find that I was just deluded? Because as we grew together something still kept us apart, I have your body and your mind, but I’ll never have your heart. And I still wish that we could have that true love and forever, But reality stole my happy ending, leaving me with never. And if you asked, what would I say? Would I dare to throw it all away? Would yes be right? Or is it no? But we never ask, so on we go. And still I know that in the end, You’re not my lover but my friend. This is the truth that I despise When I suddenly realize: We’re not in love.