It was not love,
for I only smiled,
and lovers purr
in an embrace.

It was not passion,
for it was easy to bridle
the need of your touch,
and the passionate are reckless.

It was only friendship
as solid as it could be,
yet, years later, I wonder-
do you ever think of me?

04/18/2002

Posted on 04/18/2002
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