Confusing, the tenderness
in sober eyes that last
night swam with wine fueled tears.
Her unremembered honest words
ripple in my chest - slap
my face again with pain.
Friends ? One-sided lover
I became. When?
The why and how
has me on my knees in disbelief.
If I so much as touch her, she will leave
me dry with 'things' - all that's left -
rewards for putting in the time
I should have given more to her - to them.
I'll be there now,
but blindly, she repeats the platitude -
too little, too late. I'll have to forge a plan
of damage limitation, accepting
her conditions till I find a way
to put us back together - mend us...
impossible to see us. Friends