(From a guy's perspective)

Her wondrously wary replies
Wistfully invoke forgotten memories,
Begging to be probed deeper
With a careless caress
Without arousing suspicion
For if she knew, it would destroy
The frail friendship we have
Yet here I am,
Ready to forsake
The ghost of a connection

Perhaps I could sneak in, once again
Into the beige warm currents
Of bitter sweet memories
And mysteriously disappear,
To find comfort in the past
While living in the present

Perhaps i could find warmth
Lying here, eyes closed
Imagining us together
Laughing heartily,
But this fantasy is often debilitated
By the sharp fangs of reality
As i open my eyes

I knew from the moment i saw her
That we could never be friends
But the heart wants what it wants
Sadistically smiling from within
Filling me with a yearning
For all the things
That could never be mine