You pretended
to being just friends
and letting go of the past,
when you were aware
of the unfulfilled wishes
lingering in your heart.
You pretended
to being just friends
when you brushed
your hands against mine
and held me tight and close.
It pained, I cried,
but you didn’t let go.
The pretence, gone too soon,
and your monster lurked
when you had –
all of me
smiling
somewhere in the dark.
I let you go; go free
I won’t cry
and deny
that it was my fault,
I trusted again,
in just being friends,
knowing that some unfulfilled wishes
will always find an end.
