One day I’ll breathe in the scent of pure ocean salt into my hair
And I will think of the world vastly strewn in my heart
You were in it
However
I cannot sing of love, of liking or lust
But the arms of a hug
And a short sweet goodbye
One day I’ll breathe in the scent of a calmed air
Where you whispered jokes of such unimportance
Into laughter
A chuckle or two that would make the day
Smile a bit brighter
You were there
And you weren’t
Because I was,
Am, nothing special to you
But the kindness of acknowledgement
And small words that tapped around our heads
Was enough for the clock to tick on
For the soothe of your presence
To make me a bit different
I cannot kiss you, or say I love you
And mean it all
In the world where I have vastly strewn my heart
But one day,
One day I’ll breathe the scent of flowers at my fingertips
And sigh thinking of you
As a dear friend,
Nothing more,
Nothing less,
Than a dear friend.
Yazzy Nixon
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/truly-my-dear/
