I think it might be for the best, my best that is, if I “pass” on this invitation to be “Only Friends” as you suggest. I wanted more but like most of my ideas they would eventually fall flat needless to say. I need a friend that does not make me feel bad about feeling bad, you do; at times at least, lack the gentleness of which I crave. You claim you want to support me, yet the hand you extend most times come swinging, leaving invisible bruises for me to tend at my leisure. As a parting thought you should know, you were the first Woman I have ever fallen for. For better or for worse, the path ahead unlit and shrouded in mist, like the storyline from a book, narrated with your precious voice.
About The Author
Hayden Veil
In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.