I love you, dear,
dearly. Vaguely -
but still:
it's love on the half shell,
yours for the taking.
I love you, my friend,
over the years, over the miles
I smile to hear your voice;
smile to think that
maybe someday
we'll make a new choice -
or just be too old to fight what
we might have had,
and embrace an old friend.
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