Afar

we went from ice cream and pickles
to peanut butter and jelly
and my feelings ascended
as you provoked them.
your gelastic actions bring me
bliss.
i go through the 1930's when you frisk
with others.
i silently watch from afar
as you live on, and will continue to
for now
but i want to know
when we will become
more?
more than strangers?
more than aquaintences?
more than

friends?
i want to know, dont you?