Quickly licking
Up my back
Across my cheeks
And through my eyes,
Flaming pain,
Burning as she stares.
But cold not hot,
Not scorching but searing.
Ice blue frost that pierces me,
Not with malice
But empathy,
Understanding,
Because of friendship
Not love, not passion,
Not choosing me.
No words
Just looks
Locking in the distance
Allowing hidden feelings to stay distant
Holding back
While standing back
And staging everything but a scene.
Cordial is worse than frank.
Amicable without separation,
I see more of her than ever before,
But not what I wish
Not what I crave
Not what I yearn for.
I flounder,
Gasping for air,
Grasping for more,
And she flies,
Never falters
Into her new life,
With my brother
My blood
But not me.
I sit on the wings.