If only that loving look on your face
Right here, right now, could be captured
And the feel of my cheeks leaning againts
Your arms could be treasured.
And the scent of you could be distilled
Into a box full of memories of our happiness,
That box would be soaking wet with tears.
For every minute you are not with me,
Would drain my spirit away to a bottomless pit
Of loneliness and suffering.
C’dale, June 10, 2008
On the thought of losing you…