LOST.

 It has happened

The worded whisper -“Okay”

Severed my joy and happiness

And there's that feeling that descends

I can't put a name to this strange feeling

But it's so uncomfortable

My mind is reeling

And my throat is clogged like a faulty pipe

If I could take the time

To breathe a little more

To pretend all is okay, wine and dine

Then perhaps it would ease the sharp pain I bore

I thought a relationship would distance us

But settling for friendship seems much worse

So should I cry because we are friends?

Or should I cry because that's all we'll ever be?

I guess we'll never know

The heights to which we could grow

I guess we had beautiful plans

But it was all lost in Time's span.