Hurt (An Ode)

With all we share,

through the relating of past struggle and triumph,

having experienced a spiritual kinship,
an almost undeniable mating of our souls,

intellectually, rhapsodically, certainly emotionally, especially humorously,

I'll always hurt in a measurable way

because I'll never be able to touch you as I've already touched you in every other way.

I mean no offense nor vulgarity by this observation,
for I honor and respect you far too strongly.

At the top of a rocky climb there's a grassy point where you stand,

but I can only see you and talk to you from the perimeter,

for I cannot tread upon the grass.

For a devoted friend and a romantic man, this would be unbearable.

I'm relieved to be stronger and more humble than the average devoted friend and romantic fool,

for there remains a bearable hurt.