A friend asked me today
how it is I can say that
I still love you,
despite how it
ended with you
so painfully.
The answer was easy.
I told him without an ounce
of hesitation ~
it was all in
the way we were
when we were together,
in the friendship
we had shared
from the start.
The being together was easy.
I said that it was effortless
every moment I spent with you;
no matter
what we were doing,
alone or
in a crowd,
there was just an
inexpressible calm
between us.
The way we related was easy.
You loved me, showing me,
even though you
wouldn't say the words
I longed for,
at least not the way
I hoped them to mean
but it was accepted
and I gave
you mine.
The feelings we shared were easy.
My friend looked at me
and shaking his head
said "I don't get it,"
but I just smiled,
breathed in deeply,
gave a shrug and replied
the only way I could
right then…