Not a lover but a friend….
How can this be ?
When the only ones…. who know,
are you and me.
Late night, and early morn trysts.
Hidden ……amongst the sleeping,
and the unknowing !
Words of angst, full of regrets.
Comforting thoughts ….
of love, n lost moments.
Etched forever on our hearts.
Locked deep within our minds.
Who heals…,.that healer,
with their broken heart.
All the while
in the cold light of day.
Secrets remain secrets.
Not a lover ….. but a friend ?
It seems not to be….
Giajl © Jim Love