JUST FRIENDS

Nothing is heard when I walk with you,
but homes are burning inside us two.
April: hands wringing
May: bugs stinging, nerves exposing more and more
June: time's wasting, spirits squirming to the core
July: we want to die
in July, oh July

Take my heart from your heel!
Please return what you steal!
Have you no regard for how I feel?!
Have you any regard?

Something is heard when I walk alone:
a saddened, sorry, inward groan.
August: nothing doing
September: something's brewing, feelings rising more and more
October: time's ticking, a hole's forming in the core
November: we both remember
last November
and just friends