many moons ago we were best friends looking out over the rooftops. spotting the church spires and loft flats.

We’d sit in bed eating blueberries, raspberry’s, salad, whatever i’d baked that week or the leftovers of your culinary experiment. Watching re-runs and obscure horror movies.  i knew i could love you from the moment i saw you, sitting in the dappeled evening light immersed in conversation. the frown on your face spreading into a smile and then a laugh that hit me in waves.

but i never told you. How everytime i saw you my heart would beat so hard and so fast i was afraid it’d give me away and you’d hear it.

they say live with no regrets but how can i when i let you go so easily, when i should’ve fought and protested. stood my ground and bared my heart, my soul, me. becuase you, of all people, speak that lost language.

you’d cradle my heart , embrace my soul and you would have loved me back.