I love you.
There have been days it hurt to even think of you.
It hurt to be away from you,
but even more to be near you.
Such sweet pain. A silent martyrdom of longing glances flitting away as moths from a flame as
turned and looked at me. I only had to stop and smile and
I could see your face,
hear your voice,
smell your scent.
Two long years.
have been my friend.
Rock, steadfast, true, only you
would hold me as I cried, knew when I almost died, and
carried me home.
I feel like I never thanked you.
Yet you love her.
I will never tell.
Happy for you as she enters the room and I'm alone,
cold as stone.
And I've forgotten the way you smell.