My ‘type’–you are not
Nor am I, yours
and yet
When we are apart
I miss you
I long to hear from you
Just a text will do
When we are together
I have the best time
I feel free, excited and content
I am, well, happy
When we fight
I am miserable
I can think of nothing but
how to make it right again
When we laugh and play
I soar high above the mundane
The world is an amazing playground
I love sharing with you
When you are with another
I worry: is this the end?
I want you with me but. . .
Are you happier with them?
Alone and lonely this night
It’s clear my ‘type’ is not relevant
With you, I want to be
Best friends. Companions . . .
When I simultaneously understand
It is a life-partnership, I desire
while, I believe, you see me only as a friend
and for reasons of more than just ‘type’
When . . . if . . . you read this
If you see us here, be at ease
Only a friend I will be
Unless you ask me for more
When you are happy
So is a big part of me
Hopefully
that is enough