Preservation

You’ve stopped

coming over of late,

sensing I’ve crossed

some sort of line,

saying you want to preserve

our friendship,

this affection of another kind

we can’t describe,

our sibling-like rapport,

this anything-but-fall-in-love

that’s protected just one of us,

the other silently smitten,

burning when our touch

is accidental.

Andreas Gripp

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