"Please, Please I need you..."
The girl's voice faulters at the end,
tripping over her own words,
and then finally lying dead.
She doesn't know what else to say,
She's already said to much,
And she knows in her heart it's over,
No more kisses, nor even a touch.
And she doesn't even need to look,
not at him, not at herself, not now,
She knows it can't go on,
She believes it, not a trace of doubt.
But what harm is there in asking?
What harm in trying one last time?
The hurt will be the same,
So why not give one last try?
Yet as he, her friend, turns away,
She feels herself crying bitter tears,
They were friends first, weren't they,
Sticking together through all the years.
Why he has turned so cold then?
What made him hate her so much?
She would never guess the reason,
That he feared it was another she longed to touch. |
Submission Name: The Reasons
