When does friendship cross into love?
Somewhere far behind us by now.
And the boundary between love and romance?
Sometimes it seems a thin line,
But it's a chasm I'm afraid to cross.
You and I have been treading a rickety bridge
And somehow didn't see
That we were walking side by side.
Now we've recognized one another.
We cling to each other
Swaying perilously
Craving solid ground
But afraid to stray too far from either side.
I pray most vigilantly,
Whichever direction we choose,
That we may arrive hand in hand,
With no regrets. |
Submission Name: No Regrets
