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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