Are we friends? Are we more?
Why is it I never noticed this before?
Now the comfort in our talks at night,
steal away unnoticed, before first light.

I don't know what I'm feeling,
have no idea with what I'm dealing.
And when I finally asked you,
you told me you felt this too.

We had a good companionship,
with enjoyment in joint ownership.
But now I see you in a different way,
you're same yet now like night to your day.

I'm confused, my vision slighted,
and as this goes on, we're separated.
Our talks at night are now short but not sweet,
and though we want to, we find ways not to meet.

Now I long for the times we were truly together,
When we were really once birds of a feather.
I yearn for the days our talks stretched into the night,
when time flew away as we talked till first light.