Gone are the short days
when we played at love
We gazed through fears
Prize - we couldn’t have
What you desired
was kept very private
Opportunity has retired
options were late
I meant well
and became stuck
Closeness fell
Oh! The bad luck
Life delivered change
We were not ready
Touch is out of range
A broken melody
So many questions
yet not worth the ink
Past is regulation
which gave a link
What would I miss most?
Shall I answer that?
A letter in the post
kept coming back…
