You and I

You came with me, back to being fifteen and in love with a girl,
red haired idolatry.

We sat on the sofa, eating our vegan and non vegan suppers, lap warm and heart warm.

You understand who I am, and I like that.
Very much, maybe more than you realise.

I so wanted you to stay the night through with me, just hold you simply,
up against me.
But you could not, nor should you have,
I felt bad for even wishing it in the first place.

You told me I was in colour,
and I'll never forget that.

Thank you for making me feel special.

I left a love note in your bag.

But friends don't write love notes.

Missing our painted house
by the sea
daydreams.

Once we were to be married.

Now we are friends
who love each other
a hell of a lot.