There are some things
you cannot share,
there are innocent flings
you do not dare.
When I feel so alone
you cannot bear
but speak in comforting tones,
hoping my troubles will better fare.
I thank you
with a cynic smile,
though my words are few
in your heart they dutifully file.
There are some memories
you cannot touch
but you recall all the gentle stories
that make love felt so much.
19 May 2006
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