Where Did We Draw the Line?

When I first saw you I didn’t know you. You were “other” and I, slightly afraid
My instinct to hide, my fear that I would
Near

When I forgot myself and met your gaze I saw that your eyes were warm and joyful
Sometimes with focus, often with laughter
Seen

I had a thought and I spoke it aloud. You nodded and we continued to talk
Sharing memories, and sharing our dreams
Heard

We shared a laugh and you touched my left arm. It was a familiar touch, I liked it
I wasn’t alone, I was there with you
Felt

One day you were just someone who I knew then you were in my thoughts and fantasies
A beautiful girl, a hot piece of ass
Warmed

I remember when the veil was pulled back. For a moment I saw you with my heart
I was afraid of you but was drawn to you
Changed

It was painful to be away from you. By your smile I knew you felt the same
Our heated embrace, our whispered secrets
Wanted

You couldn’t keep your hands off my body and I couldn’t keep my hands to myself
Your soft supple skin, my raging hard cock
Needed

Wherever we went I’d try to stay close, my arm round your waist or holding your hand
The small of your back, the nape of your neck
Welcomed

Sometimes we’d get caught up in our own crap but we’d be all the closer afterwards
The thrum of the race, the end of the day
Accepted

We’d watch TV or have a late dinner. I was always comfortable with you
The glow from the tube, a moment in time
Together

It was hard to tell one day from the next. Life a grind but we knew it’d get better
Always progressing, duty to future
Pressed

Your interests were elsewhere and so were mine but we always supported each other
A moment’s stumble, a dimmer vision
Abroad

He gave you something I never could, and She, something I never knew I wanted
A stolen embrace, the feeling of shame
Lost

After the pain, the headache and drama we understood each other a bit more
Our course now altered, a soothing respite
Forgiven

Once in awhile we’d meet for a walk or drink coffee and talk about old times
You laughed at my quip, your hand on my sleeve
Calmed

How different would our lives have been lived had we never been near, seen, heard or felt?
Fond recollection, sadness and regret
Stayed