The wind catches your hair

And the sky lines the curve of your cheek

Scruffy without a loving touch

Sitting on a battered picnic table

Joking over Hornsbys and a steak on the grill

So we're friends, simple as that

Nothing more I can do

To convince you otherwise

That handsome smile you throw my way

Is only platonic

The way you touch my shoulder to tell me something ridiculously funny

I tingle up and down

And you know it

But because you do love me

You shrug it away

Because you do care

You ignore my advances

And it makes me love you all the more

May 25, 2001

Grace Singer