The Five Days We Were Friends

The five days we were friends
Now shine
Like a winter break
The near connection
The sheer affection
I would not intimate
I wouldn't dare
The skin you came by
Back in junior high
Though it had its day
Stands in bold relief
To your misfit grief
We are the same that way
At the IHOP
You looked like an angel
And I looked like a john
The patrons there could not disguise
The thoughts behind their brittle eyes
You took no notice
And that makes me wish
I could have a sixth
Now is that so hopeless
And I miss you, hon
So we sat us down a while
And we tried to reconcile
All the hopes and fears
The peaks and lulls
The obstacles
That shape the coming years
And all the things I know for sure
Like that I never will be yours
That inconvenient fact
Or that your intuition's wrong
And you never will belong
We are the same like that
And I miss you, hon
God damn the rumors that bastardized
Our first hellos and last goodbyes
The bookends
To the five books on the nightstand
Our platonic five-night stand
Weren't we just good friends
And I miss you, hon
Why is it so hard to believe
That someone else could see
You are the things you hope you are
You're all the things you hope you are
You're everything you hope you are
And I miss you, hon