Friends

They pretended to be friends

It didn’t matter at the end

She'd know when he felt broken

The feelings were..

                        always unspoken.

         They carried an invisible

         string quartet, wherever they'd go.

And everytime they were laughing,

        smiling, or just seating in silence

                                                    - together, 

That quartet would start playing. 

Her eyes would play the violin,

And his eyes too.

And if their shoulders touch

                  for a moment or two,

Their hearts would throb like the cello.

From their minds to toes,

       They loved,

                & loved,

                  & loved

                     a bit more.