I am waiting
quietly observing

silently hoping
to be surprised

to hear good tidings
I am waiting

to learn that reason
will suffice

always aware yet
scarcely prepared

for what may come
with the new day's rise

in trepidation
I am waiting

when we do meet
too nervous to embrace
we greet one another
with guarded eyes and
cleverly disguised emotion

we might have been lovers once
in reality we are old friends
with nothing in common
but the unacknowledged longing
that binds us close

at what cost, missed opportunity?
I can dream, I can fantasise
yet always, there is the uncertainty

if we had been lovers once
had lain naked in each others arms
what then?

would we be lovers still?
would we still be friends?