By John Edmondson
Pulling strings
Toying with fate
Trying to make us happen.
Let me go
Our time is up
My life is not your soap opera
Giving me possibilities
Dismissing what is
Playfully indecisive.
Gaging my reaction
Failing to read me
Inching your foot between a closed door.
You have a girlfriend
I have a boyfriend
Why can’t you be happy?
Even flowers wilt,
And our love is out of season
Let’s be happy with our friendship.
His name
May not be written on me,
But you can’t erase him from my heart.






