FRIEND?

I smile to myself as I sit by my window.
I finally am in love. Or am I? Well, I think so.
I am happy - as much as can possibly be
every minute every day he spends with me.
At the end of the day when he's about to say goodbye
it feels as though my heart is going to cry.
But it doesn't. Standing in the middle of nowhere
there's still a spring in my step and a song in my
ear.
Awakened from my dream-like reverie by some dull
sound,
I shrug it off and drift away into a realm profound.
Once alone, every single word of his I recall.
He's not mine. That doesn't bother me at all.
He wants me to stop thinking. Wants me to forget
all that could've happened, all he ever said.
But I'm still not sad. Least of all, grim.
Do I even know how to live without him?
I'll always stand by him. Will extend
my hand. Will be his truest friend.
 

~ Riya ~

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