From lovers to friends, we try to pretend,
That the fire has cooled, and the longing can bend.
Once whispers of passion, now echoes of care,
We tread on this bridge that’s thin as the air.
We dance around memories, both heavy and light,
The kisses, the laughter, the long, sleepless nights.
Now we speak of the weather, the day’s little ends,
But beneath every smile, a heart still defends.
To love, then to lose, to still have you near,
Feels like holding a flame, though it brings only tears.
The space that we carve, it widens with time,
Yet lingers the ache of a love so divine.
Can friendship survive what the heart can’t erase?
When every glance holds a touch of your face?
We try to move forward, with threads that we mend,
But nothing is harder than lovers to friends.
