The Midnight Friend

He looked over my shoulder at my poetry….

I was soon to be married.

He said, “Can you be anymore romantic?”

There was nothing more romantic than the way his eyes sparkled in the moonlit night.

But he was only my friend. I loved him dearly and so did he; I.

“My dear,” I said. “I kiss you every time you look into my eyes.”

It took a lot for me to tell him that only because he brung back memories of my childhood and of the past so often….

Tempted to kiss him, I walked silently away as he watched close by.

Besides, I couldn’t have that…. the relationship; the commitment or the energy for passion.

Yet there we were in the same boat; the same darkness.

Both vagabonds in the night.