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You and Me (Not Taking Chances)

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You open your door

And here I stand

An actualized image

From a far off land


I walk inside just as You bid

And as I do, my eyes, I've hid


A quick embrace before stepping apart

Both longing for more that

We refuse to start


To keep our safe distance

Of what cannot be

We speak of things surface

Maintaining our plea



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You and Me

Diverting our glances

You and Me

Making up dances

Speaking of everything

Except Second Chances


To what soon could become a fatality

We try to impart new reality

Feigning aloofness

There still is no proof that

We aren't meant to be

Because…


I see You

And You see Me

And We both see things

That can never be


Comments

Kathryn Collins (author) from UK on March 06, 2020:

Thank you Brenda

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on March 06, 2020:

Touching words for a love you both desire but cannot touch upon for real.

A friendship will haunt you of the wishes you desire.

Nice write.

Kathryn Collins (author) from UK on March 01, 2020:

I am having a very difficult time with the comments.

My words disappear and when I try to change them I must take too long and they do not change. I just lost all that I wrote - but in a nutshell, you are 100% correct to say both are equal. I allowed myself to toy with ideas I never would in the past - the temptation of divorce and remarriage which I do not believe in. I was miserable for years because I entertained thoughts that I did not and do not truly believe in. My friend (a penpal on the other side of the world whom I have never met in real life) taught me what a husband ought to me. The realization was devestating to me and poems came from it as words in my head that I needed to get out. Now, with that said, I also believe that my poems are more about my perceptions of things with no real idea of what it would have been like had we ever actually met.

As I told my friend I could never hurt my husband by leaving him, my friend eventually told me he is glad I did because he too knew it was wrong and it was destroying us individually and as friends. To this day we keep in touch on surface things but we had years where we did not communicate at all.

He's the closest thing I have ever had to a husband and/ or best friend. I would love another like him but of the same sex next time. lol Turns out I am INFJ and he is INFP. My other best friend is my daughter who was diagnosed with sever PTSD from a 10 year relationship. She is ENFP.

Kyler J Falk from Corona, CA on February 29, 2020:

So I take it that you do not equate cheating of the soul to cheating of the body? Where you will not go with the body, I will not go with the mind. Correct me if I'm wrong.

For example: You'd yearn for another but bury it deep, leaving it to spread through your psyche ever-more? Whereas I would give in to the temptation of a wonderful evening, then leave the evening where it belongs in the past.

Though my relationship permits such actions, we shall just equate it to cheating for the sake of discussion.

Kathryn Collins (author) from UK on February 29, 2020:

Makes sense. For me it is speaking of the individual in the poem. Only safe at a distance. I have another poem on it that I can not publish here because it's already somewhere else.

Here's that poem:

I found him where I sought him

Our countenances, shining with the inner joy of true friends

But, as a soundless lark, my eyes must surely convey

the things I dare not to say



He is just close enough that I cannot touch

Though I have yearned to

I want to explore the depths of his gaze

And know all that lies behind it

Instead, in trepidation, I stumble toward safety

There is a look of hurt in his eyes

And I turn to him once more

A gentle breeze blows at a wisp of his unkempt hair

under a moon and star-lit sky

He is so endearing

Deeply touched, I begin to reach for his embrace

expecting a place of warmth and solace

I want to bury my head in his chest until reality fades away

Our arms frozen in space as if by force

An icy wind howls between us and the sky turns to

inky black

I can see him no more



Knees hugged tightly against my chest

I bury my thoughts deep in my soul

I wish him well

Kyler J Falk from Corona, CA on February 29, 2020:

A necessary question, "safe" could have so many connotations that seeking clarification is a necessity. Like a "safe" friend to me would be someone I can depend on to show up when they say they will.

Kathryn Collins (author) from UK on February 29, 2020:

One kept at a distance I guess! Good question really. :-)

Kyler J Falk from Corona, CA on February 29, 2020:

I suppose we all have a set of morals and standards others could never understand following themselves. What is a "safe friend?"

Kathryn Collins (author) from UK on February 29, 2020:

My goal is to please God rather than self and thus uphold my "witness" to my 3 daughters. If I went against my belief, I would be more miserable than I already am.

Had 2 fairly good friends before this one. Both of them died in recent years. Would love to find a safe friend I could communicate with on a regular basis.

Kyler J Falk from Corona, CA on February 29, 2020:

I never understood the best friend trope, though I've never had any sort of relationship that could be considered "traditional" or "standard" by any observation either so my ignorance makes sense. From my perspective the friendship seems to be more a burden of the heart, one worth dropping, and resisting only seems to make that weight heavier.

What's the point of resisting that desire? If the friendship is true then certainly a romantic entanglement would be better? I don't know, in every relationship I've had before the one I am in now, I came to find my best friend was my worst enemy and that is why taking it further was not an option. Still, better to have loved than lost, no? Rough choices, because I can't even say what would've been better.

Great poem, definitely had me exploring my mind.