There is a comfort in conversation that easily loses track of time
There is nothing that can’t be shared…..or is there a place you don’t go?
A place that has been locked for all time
Oh it is discussed or rather it is carefully skirted around
A confession that just won’t come
The first step… forward
Yet, there is hesitation with any movement
Unsure if the mind is playing a game
So you push it out of your head
Move forward without it
Two people moving forward thru loneliness
For the love of friendship
If you refuse to acknowledge it, some day it may be lost forever
Ask yourself this, can you live with that?