These issues of trust we never let rest
have weighed as long on my mind as yours,
envious of our fragile seeming closeness.

Sometimes you seem to imagine my heart
enamored so of dreams that in it, i
no love can harbor, no selfless thought hold;
truth is, i wonder much the same of you:
i wonder at times if ever i was
not mere need but friend, you hide it so well
even now - have you still cause for doubt?
let the past go, can you trust me now?

Blair Sandburg

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