Buddies Poem by B. V. Dahlen

Your suede shod feet and laughing eyes,
The dark brown of your hair,
An open jacket infectious grin,
I see you standing there.

To the Hut or The Fret or The Guilded Cage,
With me always walking beside
Talking of places we'd like to go
Or cycles we'd like to ride,

Reading the tea leaves in your cup,
Walking in the rain,
Hearing a haunting blues song
And humming the refrain.

Sometime you'd start to talk of her
and I would want to hide.
I'd try to change the subject soon
While trembling inside.

I long for you to look at me.
I ache to touch your face,
To feel your arms around me
As we share an embrace.

Just who am I to say such things.
I really have no right.
You only want me for a friend,
So I'll just play it light.

And so, if I must be a pal,
I guess that's what I'll be,
Although just being near to you
Does curious things to me.

I'll be your friend, and I'll pretend
That's all you are to me.
Maybe someday I'll find out
That's what was meant to be.