Your hands that hold mine
warm as they are, drawing me
close to your embrace, and sweet
tender kisses from your lips, how fine.
Moments everlasting though kind
to my thoughts, yet not to live
in this world that I share
and trapped in my mind.
Entangled they are, most I dread
that you must leave my side
and your presence with time,
thoughts left behind and never said.
Do not go and only there be a lee,
fruitless nostalgia, memories gilded
with hope, eventually peeled off
and show what I wouldn’t rather see.