June (II)
But you have to wonder why,
Why come to me?
What is it in me that makes me worthy
To be your friend, and nothing more?
What is it you saw in me once,
What attracted you to me in the first place,
And why did I subsequently lose it?
There must be something, though, right?
Something still there, denied, ignored,
Being coldly turned into Platonic affection?
Else the world, and everything in it, is pointless.
June 14, 2001
Created 06/14/01 / Last modified 06/14/01 by
Giovanni Dania
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