You.

I weep - oh how I weep for you.

Lost dreams fall as tears, down my cheek.

The years - such wasted years,

That I have lived, without you.

 

If I could have, should, have

Touched your Soul those years ago,

I would have the world, the planets - the universe,

Carried safely in my being.

 

Now the universe is my undoing,

And the gulf of years too wide.

The tears that fall and drown my life,

Have never, ever dried.

For always you are the mountain,

And I the mirror'd grains at your feet.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

As with all my other more 'personal' poems, this is for the same very special man.

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