I don’t want to make love to you,
sleep with you,
or have sex with you.

I don’t want to marry you,
go steady,
feel obligated to you, or you to me.

So why can’t I just love you?

Why must we too, once so close,
be so hurt?
You so angry?
Me so terrified?

Although I don’t want to make love to you,
sleep with you,
or have sex with you,
I still love you.

And I miss you.