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Out of Reach
You have forsaken me, I who have loved you.
But you will never admit to it.
You just say: 'I'm busy' when I phone
In the forlorn hope that one day
You might find it in your heart to forgive me.
Was my love for you a crime
For which I shall be eternally punished?
Shall I say something, lie to you perhaps?
Deny my love, tell you it was all a dreadful mistake
And can I have your friendship back?
Grovel at your feet and say: 'I'm not a lesbian.'
© 2015 Stella Kaye