It seems as though I took for granted

The quiet nights I had you to myself.

When time proved an illusion

And life bowed to our desire.

I could not imagine I would lose sight,

Of how many moments would

Have to pass until I could

Hold your arm;

Catch your breath;

Make you smile that sheepish smile,

While feeding you pears by the slice.

But by the sting in my heart,

And the longing of my hands

You’ve been gone far too long.

Not getting enough of you

Has always been my only regret.