It is a dangerous gamble,
Rekindling a friendship across seas
With someone who stars in fantasies
That have nothing to do with being friendly.
But I can't resist tempting fate,
And he can't help stoking the flames-
But this is no time for silly games
Yet here I am, playing anyway.
He speaks differently now,
Or perhaps it took time away to notice it.
The conversation shifts, bit by bit,
And I sense the compass veering.
I hide my pounding heart
Behind witty replies and dry humour.
When it comes to flirtation, I'm a late bloomer
But thankfully, I learn fast enough.
Of course, this is just friendly banter
Between childhood friends now grown.
However, I must admit I'm torn-
Feign ignorance or hope for more?