Thinking of a Friend

If we met again, would we be as shy?

i would, if we were eye to eye alone

be afraid to touch to let passion fly

uncorked sixty years strong always unknown.

Would we reconnect to be as we were

just words waiting to be used on our lips

close to commitment fearful to answer

to urgent feelings restrained like two ships

at harbor carrying precious cargoes

our future lives, as yet unpacked,

destined to part ways to sail where wind blows

not unload too soon by emotions highjacked.

Why did I not touch?  Why did I not speak?

Friendship falling in love appearing weak.

Dick Russell © Richard M Russell

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