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Just Friends

I at the wall by the fountain.
You walking to me.
Clear, fresh night. My flame for you strong.
My universe on you.

You low, me high.
Mirrors in the room.
You in my eyes.
What a dream.

I felt the same.
Like you had never left me.
One, two martini later.
Time always wins.

I wanted more.
I still want more.
But right is obeyed.
All a flash, in a dream.

Where to start. But I'm tired. I'm lying through my smile. I'm dying away inside. I'm happy you're in love. You are special.
I do adore you so. You're so beautiful. Do you know how I feel? How do you feel? How do you feel without me? I'm so powerless, I need to sit up straight. Why's it happening? How's it it happening that you feel it with out me?
It's good to be in love. I'm really happy for you. I'm happy you're in love.

You don't look at me like you used to. You don't speak anymore in "us." Excuses have taken your place, and I ask you to not come back. You should know well at your age what this does to a heart.

All the time I spent with you... all the time...

a letter not left behind

I'm not sure why, but as I entered the kitchen I immediately noticed that the bowl of fruit was different: one of the apples was missing. When I entered the office, I thought my desk looked like most things were shifted a few centimeters off. The bedroom had a faint hint of my cologne; the bed seemed to be straightened up just off from how I left it.

I opened the door, went to your room and laid on your bed. I closed my eyes, you were just on the other side, I didn't reach out. I sprayed your cologne and smelled you again. I saw the papers on your desk, same bills and correspondence as always. I knew you liked the apples the best, so I was able to taste you once more.
I should leave, the sun is setting. I should go before you catch me here.

I sat down at the table, staring at the fruit bowl. I'd have given you so much more if you had only waited just a minute longer.