So

I hear your voice and as  usual my stomach

somersaults and my heart leaps acrobatically.

You make me laugh,

often,

but inside the well of despond remains inviolated.

I can’t tell you of course because we are friends,

long ones at that,

and if I say that-which-can’t-be-uttered

the shutters

will

come

down.

So we are friends

without benefits

love

or hope.

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