We were not done.
Your kiss a surprise.
Your hand in mine an invitation.
Our friendship shifting lights.
No promises of a tomorrow.
Adult friendship, you call it.
I quiet the child within.
So I leave you in the night.
As the grown woman I am.
Until I am in the taxi.
Then the child cries,
for the love that never was.
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