Just Friends
- Mar 17
- 2 min read
Inspired by People We Meet On Vacation —
a cinematic poem about love that was never spoken.
All these years
I said nothing.
All these years
I dared nothing.
From the very first moment
I lost myself
inside your eyes.
From the very first moment
I felt sheltered
whenever you were near.
You were my home.
The place
that followed me
through every journey.
And when you were no longer beside me,
I felt the loneliness
touch my soul
and strip my heart bare.
I searched
for the feeling
of finally arriving somewhere.
But I never arrived.
Because on my journeys
I was always alone.
Without you.
I felt my heart
slowly breaking.
Without you,
I was not myself.
Yet we are just friends.
Just friends.
Your heart touched mine.
I felt it instantly,
uncontrollably.
And so I kept traveling
restlessly
along the roads of life.
But in truth,
I remained
a seeker.
Always searching
for you.
Yet we are just friends.
Just friends.
Searching.
Strange love.
Strange hearts.
New faces.
Lost emotions
fading
within unfulfilled longing.
Still searching
for you.
The heart knows.
But the fear of the mind
keeps me in chains.
When will they finally break
under the weight
of loving you?
Yet we are just friends.
Just friends.
As long as I lie
about what my heart feels,
we are just friends.
As long as I pretend
that I could not talk to you endlessly,
that my soul has not grown
too used to you,
that I do not dream
of your lips touching mine —
we are just friends.
But I search for you
in every fleeting connection,
in every quiet infatuation.
Only you.
It is not fair
to play with this.
With honest feelings.
I want to allow it.
I want to say it.
But I cannot.
Because this is real love.
And because
we are just friends.
Just friends.
And I do not want
this friendship to break.
But in truth,
I do not want my heart
to break
from loving you.
You matter too much.
I love you.
We are just friends.
Just friends.
Yet I love you.
You are my home.
The place
that found me.
On every journey,
unknowingly,
I searched
only for you.
My heart always knew.
And I cursed myself silently
for never finding home
on any road
except in your eyes,
in your gaze,
in your arms.