Hands that can be torn apart
by the jealousy of another.
The memories that dim never fade.
A hope that keeps the heart alive.
As I constant the usual places
we were I thought of her tenderly.
Days shall past and I think of
when you stood before me.
Months climb upon another
so I wonder where you are.
Years idly turn and I wonder who you are.
If she still remembers me.
Does she remember my body, my love?
Such soft lips imprinted on my heart.
She doesn't know I love her still.
I wonder if I can love another.
