What Now? - Poem by Ilana Friedman
I've talked to you for hours on end,
I've told you what I most love in life.
You know my secrets and how the truth can bend,
you've felt my pain and how hard reality can bite.
We've never been down this road before,
not ever wondering what would come next.
I've never wanted or needed more,
and you've never settled for anything less.
You've always been so strong and immune to real emotion.
While I wear my heart out on my sleeve.
But not once have you offered your shoulder to lean on,
and you've yet to realize your friend is in need.
I could speak up, but your mind is elsewhere;
Along with your true motives which are still unclear.
Loving me as a friend is what you declare,
but I feel there is more truth waiting to appear.
I am afraid of what the future has in store,
but I do know that I may need something more.
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