We behave like everything is alright. it is.
No  worries for him or her. The others.
we now are mature. At least know
how to play mature better. We can be
civil. we are. He is? Pretense. Proud of
my year of celibacy he is.Proud of his
year with her I am. I become more
calm on such matters now since
I am a new girl. Exercising new
approaches to this first love situation
drama catastrophe delight what have you.
We talk about silly ridiculous things that
we both know could never be. Bordering
to a flirt but we know better than to
get mixed in that trap. I know better. His
licensed words are chosen carefully. We talk
about safe things now. We are great friends.
We have mastered this platonic thing.
He has mastered this platonic thing. We
are fantastic pretenders now. We talk at
ease now. We have mastered this friend game.
I still feel your presence in my dreams.
I still breathe your scent on occasion
a can of lysol, someone's detergent, Too much
axe.
I have become such a great
pretender. It has died. etherized? we taught it to.