What good are these walls
that can be penetrated, or delved underneath
to the soft soil which feebly supports them
and spread so pervasively, straight through
to the core of me
which must be protected?
I fought illusion before
but never a reality quite like this
always mistrusting those who touched me
while you remain unquestioned.
Because between our friendship and something more
there is a deep affection
from what occurred before and what is becoming torn,
though, however intermittently you appear
I feel its presence steadily.
I am not the one for you, sadly,
just someone who cares, undoubtedly.