Friends Poem by William F Glennon

Friends



You were my lover, now my friend.
It's a hard thing to just pretend.

Stress and life are what was in common.
Only we never shared middle ground.

Memories are at a high cost.
The doors we hide behind
always kept us lost.

Maybe this could have been more
then a onetime affair.

Somehow deep in my heart
I should have seen this from the start.

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