“Morning, his place

Burnt toast, Sunday

You keep his shirt

He keeps his word

And for once you let go

Of your fears and your ghosts

One step, not much

But it said enough

You kiss on sidewalks

You fight then you talk

One night he wakes

Strange look on his face

Pauses, then says.

"You're my best friend."

And you knew what it was

He is in love.”