Thought of you today
as some-one I almost knew
though sensing confidently
the things that we could do
touching the air that we could share
imagining how tender we might be
how much we wouldn't when we wouldn't
How relaxed we might be
How much you'd turn to me
How half our days would end
Being grateful that we were friends
Thanking fate that we had met
smiling
too melancholy to forget
That the first time I made a pass at you
I was already too far in to hear
"I have a boyfriend"
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