Jonathan

I knew him only as a friend

To say ‘twas more, I’d just pretend

And yet, who knows what might have been

I loved him only as friends do

I’m sure that’s how he loved me, too

Now who can prove that that’s not true?

So near and yet so far were we

As close as we could ever be

For I was thirty-nine, you see

And twenty-five was he.

I hoped that it would never die

This friendship we had, he and I

But then it did ~ Oh how I cried!

Could this have been a friendship

Of a different kind

If my age were his and his were mine?

Might we have been true lovers

At another time

If I’d been only twenty-five

And he’d been thirty-nine?
                    ~pth