TheAmbassadorOfRomanceInVenus's blog: "Appreciating Romantic Friends"

I do read you, your words, the milk of healing for this weary soul. I read and wish: Could not one love poem be for me? Could you have not screamed--if only for a breath-- that I fluster you, and set upon its ear the dream you've kept that she will return? Perhaps I am pathetic, holding on as I do, and if I am, then again we make a pair... Physically she's long gone. But you keep her locked in you, a memory etched into bones, and I hold you to me. Three. I am not pathetic alone.