growing beauty in the heart
too quickly
second guessed

covered by a timid hand
as you bring a smile to my face
my red alarms spring up to call it back

I don't know how close a friend can come
without getting too close

is there no place for woven souls?
without a tearing time
when others enter in to love
and separate the strands of mine

Will we then become
prior friends?

I've had many
prior friends

but as they drop away
in come more

and more deeply sink into my heart

each year has brought a dearer heart

It is the way
of friends
to love
and fall apart