Can we really be friends?
Part of this makes me sad.
The illogically natural feel to a friendship
that once included physical intimacy.
Sex becomes so trivial, and thoughts
of extinguishing the flame are no longer thoughts.
The matches no longer serve to ignite
but to prolong stifled chemistry
and what you once thought was
so unique, sustained by passion,
has died with the ease of habit.
Such a shame.