To CY and friendship...

 
 
Well, that's life  
                      she said to herself pressing her hands to her throbbing chest
 
 
Easy come
              Not so easy go
                      she snorted rueful and torn, rubbing now, pressing where the ache wouldn't subside
 
 
This too shall pass...what the hell? Am I now destined to utter every single trite cliche  
                      she mused all inward picking up her phone and starting the poem, writing it down, letting it do what it must
 
(did you think she was in control here)
 
 
Mayhap, one day,
                       some one
                                    more ready...
 
 
Thank you, CY, for showing me somewhat else did exist
 
          for giving me the space and acceptance to be fully who I am for a time
 
          for all the myriad, mystical, miraculous marvels you are and
 
          for sharing who you are with me
 
 
I will always love you; we but change the dynamic now: no longer attempting to be lovers, simply friends...