Confessions Of A Friend Poem by Tricia Whyte

We had sex.
That was all, nothing more nothing less.
We connected on a different level
I was in love
You were being loved
You took, I take
I pray to god that I will never wake
To be awaken from this dream
Where you are the prince
And I was a queen
It would be like cutting the act from the scene.

We had no love.
The aftermath is very simple
You don’t talk and I will humble
Settle for the feelings once given
In moments driven
By passion, lust and pleasure
You and I found the last treasure
Ecstasy have plummeted our relationship
Coveted by need for companionship
Nothing is said about our friendship

We had fear.
We shared something that was all
Our life was explained in silent instant
Understanding came with the unspoken
We are no longer just friends
We now have to defend
What we hold dare to the end
Let us wait a while
So the guilt could disappear
From this lonely atmosphere

We had time.
We recognize our faults
We had something there before the fall
We opened a closed door
That could never be closed
Should we walk away?
Or stay
If we walk
There will be no more talks
And all will be lost
Stay to bear the pain
Of losing our friendship in vain

We had endurance.
We had sex that was not all
We had no love
But we got joy
We had fear for our guide
We had time to deicide
We have to choose now
Friends or lovers
My Lover and friend
We are now at a dead end.