I worry.

I worry.
She is my friend.
Her life.
Her choices.
But she is my friend.
I can not make her decisions for her,
I must not try,
But I care.
I worry.
She is my friend.

Us

Sometimes I feel it isn't enough,
But always more than I deserve.
Without doubt, too dear to damage.
Too needed to give away.
A part of me.

Admirer

There is a man,
Who thinks of me
And for a moment,
My heart takes flight,
'Tis free.
Inspiration,
Chance to smile.
My finger's,
Approaching telephone dial.
I pull them back,
I chose circumspection,
But my mind is still,
In a Northerly direction.

Timing

He always seemed to appear,
At a time when I needed attention,
When I needed my faith restoring.
Still, the timing,
For us,
Was never right.

One of those things

I would write it off,
As 'one of those things'.
One of those things,
That makes you aware, learn,
And is therefore priceless.
You know,
One of those things,
That you have to label,
As something,
To justify the fact,
That bad things,
Keep on happening.

Always

I think I'll always love you.
I think I'll always feel something in my stomach,
When your name is mentioned or read.
I think I'll always hope it's the same for you.
I envy people who have the all encompassing love,
But I'm just not sure it would be right for me.
You were maybe the closest I got,
But you weren't completely right for me,
So part of me still loves you,
And will always.
Not having one complete love,
Is the price I have to pay,
For having a part of you there,
Still making me smile.

Answers

It's more than not getting back,
The answer I want.
It's that if I ask him,
And he gives me the answer,
He has the right,
To ask me.
I'm not sure,
I have an answer,
And that's not the answer,
He's going to like.