what scares me most is a visit to talk
when i'm holding you and your hand
and we're crying together
because we're hurting
when it's over you're asleep on my couch
because you're my friend
not in my bed holding me
telling me it's okay
because i'm lying on the floor
watching you sleep fitfully
because she has decided
to make up her mind again
and what she thinks she wants
this time it isn't you
i don't want to be your friend
i want what's in the middle
what we're made of is unshakably strong
honest forgiving patient and
all i want is faith and hope and promise
with you
without her and
without them

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