Ambivalent

A poem dedicated to my kokoro no tomo -soulmate-...

I stood quietly in the crowd.
As graduation ceremony was about to start,
I felt a warm hand tightly held mine.
I looked up surprised seeing your eyes.

No questions were asked,
Just our fingers interlaced.
No words were spoken,
Just our actions talked

Why just now?
Four years you let it passed.
Never said you were in love;
With me: your best friend.

No answer was replied.
The graduation ceremony ends.
No relationship was started
We then bid goodbye.