I can imagine, that you
Could easily reach me
In only a few strides,
And press your mouth
To mine, in some semblence
Of passion. But I know you
Don't feel the same, and the
Truth is hard to swallow.
I could see you were well,
Confused as we held hands
Just that once, you were
Scared, awkward, and
I wish you didn't feel like
That around me, because
You shouldn't, we're
Closer than that, I know it

The End

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