It’s spring now
I’m still in love with her
She and I talk for hours on the phone
I hope everyday that something will switch
That she’ll notice the things I’m doing
And start to feel the stirrings of romance towards me
She is always commenting and viewing my posts
We text at 11 pm
I sometimes wish I knew what she was thinking
But mostly don’t want to know
In case it was nothing about me
Or worse
It’s the same as it was
An amazing friend and nothing at all more
And we’ll be gay but not together
Me sitting in my yearning

















