Two star-crossed lovers were we
Two lovers not meant to be
No matter how much one looks back on history
There is no other route I can see.
Our paths found each other
Purely of their own volition
And yet, chose otherwise
A fleeting
But once we look past the pain and regret
Past the what if’s and could have been’s
There remains a memory
A friendship
Stuck at the bottom of our Pandora’s box.
I have shut the lid tight
Clutching that box close to my chest.
A reminder of what if’s
Of what could have been’s
But even as I think of you now
I smile.
For all the things you gave to me,
I have no reply, save for
A serious listening ear
And a joking laugh
To ease your worries.
To be your friend.