Years of a friendship that has never
Strayed from being anything more
Or anything less
For the four years it's been tested;
But now she looks at me different,
A loneliness that digs
Shallow graves in her eyes that tear
At the care I have for her.
Friends taunt and say
That she and I should be together,
That they are all waiting
For the couple they all expect;
And yet, I see her and have always seen her
As nothing more
Than my best friend.
As I vented to my mother
About my dear, dear friend,
She asked if I saw anything more
Between the two of us;
My mind raged in exasperation.
Why must people push things
That will never budge?
