He was my friend
He was just my friend
two souls that crashed in the universe of time
We were told to just be a fling
Not to be lovers
Not to feel the sting
The sting that only lovers can feel
Not to be smushed under his heel
I thought it was going to last
Not be put in the past so fast
And that’s what hurts the most is
not being able to be his friend –
like how it all started
It was just to be a fling
It wasn’t supposed to sting
He was just my friend.
And now we are ex-lovers..
wishing we could just be friends.
keith jeffries
Sun 4th Sep 2022 13:08
Intimacy and friendship juxtaposed. A poem from a heart that regrets but at the same time has few regrets; a longing for more. The heated passion of love or a fling often has an emotional residue which we are left to pick up the pieces from. A poem from an unfulfilled heart. Well written.
Thank you for this
Keith