It’s you again.
I smile to myself as I answer the phone.
“What’s new?” you ask.
“Where do I start?” I respond.

I have drama.
Just like I always do.
You listen
without a judgmental ear.
You actually listen to what I have to say. . .

You analyze.
Dissecting each word.
Cutting through each letter,
You find each tumor of pain
Hidden deep within.
You remove it passionately,
with the hope that it will never return.

I’m in remission.

I glide over the frozen lake that has become my life.
Patiently waiting for the ice to crack.

You always hold my hand
Guiding me through the cold.
Bringing warmth to my life.
Then you let go.

Leaving me to walk independently.
Without you.

But, you never turn your back.
You hide in the shadows.
Anticipating my next move.

I start to walk forward.
Cautiously.
Timidly.
I’m afraid.

Without you by my side,
I just can’t move on.
The only way to have you stand beside me,
is for me to turn around
and run.
Run back to the cracked ice.
There you will be.

The fear of losing you
It keeps me running back into the wilderness.
Only because I know
you will run out,
pull me back to reality
and cradle me in your arms.

In these moments of pity,
I feel your devotion.
I’m no longer alone.

I’ll be unwearyingly waiting for an us.
Until then we will remain
Just friends.

07/16/2008

Posted on 07/16/2008
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