It is that moment when you're alone
That she creeps in subtle, eerie, durable
Reminding you of all the ways

Life might have wandered down by the sea
Pursuing and perusing elusive harmony
Maybe in that life we could be friends

Real friends who truly loved,
Trusted purely, cherished fervently
With spoken words of endearing honesty
We might bravely unite without pressure

We would make no demands
No judgement would command
Our instinct to recognize
A love so conditional.

It slices the senses
Numbs your joy
And frees your mind
To change.

Infinitely changing to outwit the fear
That moved into your home and decided
To start sleeping on the couch
Where his  virginity was lost

Now he sleeps with the mistress of guilt
Awaiting the day to reckon with
Incomprehensible emotion

An elusive day who
Never seems to come.