Friends Or Lovers? Poem by Alice Kriel

At home –
what I feel when I am with you.
You listen to my heart breaking,
you help me pick up the pieces:
my very best of friends.

For Love –
not what I search for, but whom.
You understand the constant aching,
you search with me for Jesus:
with you I need not pretend.

Soulmates –
one thing I’ve always believed in.
You even know the warring shadows,
you feel the warm sunshine:
and so I start to think.

Lovers –
could “we” be an immoral sin?
You know where it is that I must go,
you always seem to know my next line:
nearly missed my fate as I blinked.