More Than That

Why is it so awkward,

When we were only friends.

That’s what we were;

Nothing more.

So why do I feel like this?

I knew exactly how I felt,

I knew exactly how you felt,

But why don’t I know

Anything anymore?

What do I feel now?

Are you trying to avoid me,

Because if you are, great.

At least something makes sense.

It’s all coming together now,

Like pieces of a black and white puzzle.

I see you, sometimes pretend I don’t,

Doing things to make you see me.

How can I not see you, I know you.

Some days you acknowledge, I force a smile.

Some days you don’t, and I scurry off.

Why won’t you look at me?

Why is your head always near the wall,

Hanging so low to the ground?

Even if you’re a whole foot taller than me.

We were only friends, so why all the questions?

Because maybe.

Maybe it was more than that.