Cold wind

Arid flames

We cuddle comfortably just between the two

I wonder what she’s thinking

I prayed soon she’ll kiss me

Hurt, I know she’ll never ask me to be her number one.

Sand moved as it does…

Crawling up and inside places

From which we’ll be removing it for weeks.

And in every gain I’ll see her face

Winds became colder

To which fire stood no chance

Where did I stand?

How can I feel I’m in love with her and only be her friend!?

Our bodies moved closer

I know she loves it when I hold her.

Kiss her head

She softly says, ‘Don’t…’

And I know why:

There’s someone else… who’s never there.