Less than Lovers, More than Friends

We've been caught
in this kind of dance,
of less than lovers
and more than friends.

Did you know that human pupils dilate
when eyes rest on someone they love?
Sometimes I don't look at you
because I'm afraid all you'll see is black.

Maybe you're too bright
and my eyes will never adjust.
Maybe someday I'll grow tired of the dark
Maybe someday you'll see the light.