"November (III)" by Giovanni Dania

November (III)

And what can we do, but be their friends?
What can we do but accept their Platonic love?

Some would turn us into adversaries:
I will no longer play that role.
As much as they try, they will not convince me
That I am their villain.

The power isn't mine, it's theirs,
And I never wanted it.

So we move on, accept the little love bestowed on us,
We live,
We survive.

There are worse things than being loved by me,
But they'll find that out on their own.

November 13, 2000