For C.G.
'Our little situation'
That's what we call it.
We can neither see nor speak to each other,
A rule laid down by my oppressive father.
Why does it always have to be me that's so different?
Different is good, but not this sort of different;
No other person lives their life like this.
The reason he gave was a racial one.
Why does race matter when you love someone?
I lay in bed most nights in tears;
If I can't have you then I don't need a friend
We've made so many plans, which I hope to implement,
Because 8 years is too long a time to forget.
I can't wait until the next 2 years are over.
'Friends 'till we die', you say,
I say, 'best friends forever'.
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