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.

gbf