be my friend

can we still be friends
can you trust me
the questions settled in
as i move along the pavement
to your suite
up on the twelfth floor
she has embraced me, the love of your life
but you welcome me, too
with a smile and a hand shake
my trembling hands
as my heart sinks to my gut
the nerves are not my friend
the enemy that tore us apart
and here i am chewing at my tongue
what do i say
how do i beg
can we be friends again
can you trust me to be different
as you will always be my friend

© simon whittle — from lovers’ tiff: a ballad

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