Why We Can’t be Buddies
by james bezerra
You could be my Tonto
and off we would go
on adventures far and wide,
until I can no longer hide
the way I feel about you.
But when I try to feel you,
you’d probably just say
“Take your hands away,
I’m not that way!”
Then it would be awkward
as our friendship spirals downward,
until the inevitable day
when you ride away
into the sunset, without me.
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