Friends

Two good friends;

Circus show and

biennial festivities,

touching passively.

Yeah, just two friends.

So why is it

now that she’s here,

like fresh paint in frame,

I’m the one being brushed away?

Lunch in your car

like we used to do.

Going out of her way

for a word with you,

Just like I did, you didn’t mind,

were you being synthetically kind?

We’re just friends,

you turned to me then,

laughed my way;

The gleam in your eyes after forty day.

We’re just friends,

you would bend

your back to make me laugh.

What I would give to have

that time back when

you’d meet me at that parking lot.

Now I’m left to wonder

if it really happened,

or if I wandered

into a surrealist dimension of us.

You said we’re friends,

but I don’t know

if our performed duet

was lip-service sung in falsetto.

Did I lift the self-esteem

of a broken heart?

If she’s a trophy,

was I the consolation prize?

Did you climb these walls

just to tear them down?

Watching each stone fall

As I’m compressed under the rubble,

don’t know what to do now.

I lay on a platter,

a sacrificial lamb,

being served to cater

to the licentious deity.

I just don’t understand.

I gave you a view,

built us our own kingdom,

so why would you

dare commit such treason?

But even after your foul play,

I will still say,

you’re my dearest friend.

But in the end,

perhaps I’m the fool

who just had to lose.