I crave the imaginable- and the unimaginable too-
Because-I know not how to put it, typical,
Days are long-and wish I could be waiting for you,
Or find you somewhere, under the starry skies at twilight
But is it just my mind-playing one too many?
Thinking of the possible-into the depths of an abyss,
Then the drops of anguish gather –insurmountable,
The roaming smoke looking for a home drift unto me,
Choking on a palatable one this time round
That it’s cupid-yes, but am just a friend!
Your silhouette illuminates my backdrop,
A flutter in an empty distance triggers an emotion,
Is it love?
Friendship at the behest of seasons,
For old times’ sake-‘morrows sadness
And madness I know not in lust,
For a friend?
Loyalty pre-defined with an essence,
Ignorance in love more of my bliss,
Didn’t I envisage this?
Wanting more than I could kiss,
A crave demolishing my morals,
Eroding my heart –cupid’s hands
And still I crave,
For a friend in love- just a friend,
That I think is imaginable,