We sang
We danced
We talked
We walked

Our lips
They met
Our thoughts
They locked

We worked as friends
We found some time
To talk alone
It was sublime

We grew comfortable
But not settled
Pleasantries remained
As routine set in

But surprise
Every once in a while
Kept you endeared
And warm within

Until one day
When I made,
Arguably,
My first mistake

And you
Left me with nothing
Except my thoughts
And heartache

Though now we call ourselves friends
And there are no tears to show
I still steal the occasional glance
And ask "where did our love go?"

Originally posted to Helium, now Beyond Prose