It started with a simple plea for assistance
That soon was met with little resistance.
The morning coffee and the smiles we shared
Soon met with emotions that flared.
We talked of mountains and lakes
And of our past mistakes
Our deepest hopes and desires
As well as our dislikes of liars.
Comments made in French
That were sure my heart to quench.
Mention of a possible road trip
That made my heart more than flip.

But now it seems the distance
Has ceased the persistence.
Is that the miles we are a part,
Or the hardening of the heart?

Sometimes it is hard to figure out
The reasons why , without a doubt
What once was joy and peace in my heart,
(Somehow placed there from the start,
Merely by many spoken suggestions)
Has now been replaced with many questions.
Ones that make me wonder...
If my words caused me to blunder.
Was it something I did.
Or the result of nothing hid?
Was it something I said,
That his heart did dread?

While the answers lie within him,
I must stop acting on a whim.
Trying to not be the psycho stalker,
As I miss the chats with the sweet talker...
The words that seemed honest and pure
Maybe he is just unsure?
Maybe he is afraid
That his heart might be betrayed?

While the future is always unclear,
I thought we were both sincere.
One cannot foretell what will transcend,
I can only hope I can at least call him friend.