denial

we are soulmates

(of the platonic kind)

--eyes meeting across rooms

and my heart flutters (in relief)

my head whips back in laughter

and my hand falls on his shoulder

grounding me to him

(so i do not fall

out of the chair

threatening to tilt back)

the back of my hand

is jealous of him

for i do not know

where the small scar came from

yet i know him

like the bird knows where to go

because the path is ingrained

(that is how it is with friends)

and i do not have to pluck petals

to know i love him

and he loves me

(platonically)

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Next part coming...real soon.