Come back to me, my spoken thought, the one I held so dear. I cried too loud in to that night; now all know of my fear.

Your outstretched arm pulls me to you when I have gone astray. It’s there you hold me, at arm’s length; it’s easier that way.

Your hushed reply, your cheeky smile, soft whispers in my ear. You’re armed with fun flirtation to keep me not close but near.

You’re not alone in games of love, for two believe I’m theirs. Too blinded by my quick reply to see my love is shared.

Neither unique in their cruel ways; I practice this art too. I’ve loved before but been ignored; I tried and failed with you.

Their outstretched arms try pull me near; I play them day by day. It’s there I wait, just out of reach; it’s easier that way.