Thoughts of Friendship

There is a fear here  
it is palatable  
every time I go near here  
you draw back a little  
 
have you forgotten how it felt  
to be a friend and nothing else  
to tell somebody your sorrows  
your dreams of tomorrow  
 
no one needs to get down on their knee  
this friendship is not that you see  
if you want romance go under someone else’s spell  
I'm here for a different dance can’t you tell  
 
Our time is numbered  
from the day we were born  
every second every number  
we are closer to no more  
 
Troubled hands  
Rapid pulse  
Past demands  
Cast on someone else  
 
Saints have halo’s  
Do not place that on me  
I am the wounded dove  
Fallen out of the tree  
 
Realizing that my end  
Could come any day and in any way  
Starts me to ponder  
Who could I tell these thoughts to  
If not a friend.