Those are ones whose beautiful talk
opens our minds
as we explore them with new perspectives,
who are just too displaced to maintain
such bonds made rarely,
to whom I could never give all the Love
that we’ve made.
They’re the friends both closest and stunted
and cut so short
just at the moments I can hear their minds.
They’re the truest loves
whose adoration I must yet assume,
as we are too far to work it out
because we can’t look at the eyes,
where we’d find all the time we need
to say what’s on our minds.