she informs
you, with a chilled
kiss on the cheek
and a sisterly
hug that she just
wants to be friends.
your heart is broken
along
a familiar fault line.
you were thinking
a mad passionate love
affair. dimmed lights
with candles and music,
champagne. an open
window where you could
hear and smell
the rolling sea.
but so it goes, and you
can only reply to her
feelings of friendship
by saying, of course,
me too.
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