Sonnet 3
Sometimes I wish I had it figured out,
this delicate balance of our friendship.
And we’ve discussed what we’re to do right now,
agreed that neither of us wants to slip.
It seems the scales often tip the wrong way;
we find ourselves staring too long and hard.
I giggle too much at the things you say;
you take all of the jokes I make to heart.
And I dream too of things that still might be
or have been, it all depends on timing.
We sadly should not dwell upon these dreams
that give life and flight to things without wings.
But should May 3rd ever show her sweet face,
I’ll gladly be the one to leave this place.
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