Untitled Poem By Anonymous

we had
the talk,
and at the end of it we decided
that we were
just friends.

and because i’ve grown up a lot
since that time with the girl who cheated,
i was really okay with this conclusion.

more than anything,
i want to be able to keep
digging to the depths of who she is
and never,
never
stop getting to know her.

it’s a privilege to do that.
more, maybe, than having her
for my own.
whatever it means to “have” someone.

i want to be
just friends,
in fact, the qualifier “just”
that resides on the front
of that statement
does not do the wonder of the project
justice.

friendship is deep and heavy and
more than what i could ask for,
but she uses it as a limiter for
what we could be.

and thus, i’m again
confused.
because she doesn’t seem to limit
anything.
she laughs too hard, she
touches too frequently, she
hugs too tight
for me to believe that anything about us is
limited.

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