Effortless conversations and intimate
confessions leave 
dark formless impressions.

Inviting arms and gentle kisses
conjure a misting passion
for a paradise 
lost and forgotten.

Stolen moments under a 
waning moon 
cast shadows
upon living memories.

For time is a revealer of truth.

So, when sun kissed lilies
cease to sway
romantic
 coral sunrises, 
tropical dreams and 
joyful stargazing 

lie lifeless from the 
thoughtless uncaring shift
of winter.

Will the aching of my heart
burn flames of 
contempt and betrayal
Or
Will I bespeak the truth?

That he is just a friend.