Spirit

My spirit is heightened
Every time I have the chance
To think of you
To talk to you
To be with you
To be close to you

But it somehow hurts me
When I try to figure out
Who am I to you
How do you feel for me

Am I just a friend
Whom you feel like talking with
When you have nothing to do
Or when you are bored?

Am I just a friend
Whom you hold
When you feel cold?

Please tell me
I want to know NOW
Before I completely fall
That in the end
I would heal by myself
The wound of falling
Just the same

November 2001

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