to my friend

how will you know how much i really care?
what can i do to save you from your pain?
of trying times and folks i am aware—
but all you think i do is turn and feign.
you look at me and tell me i betray—
my friend, to hurt is furthest from my mind!
the one thing that you cannot do is say,
i like you but you are not of my kind.
we speak so much less than we used to do,
and yet we say more than we ever have.
at times i do not know if it is you
or me who most desires the other's love.
    how can i let you know that i remain
    the one who is your friend, through shine and rain?

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