That slight tremor at a touch
And those glazed eyes measuring
How much you possibly mean to me
And how much of the surreal
Those subtle hints of ownership
Of someone you believe
Can't be owned.
That desperation for another hug
Before time intervenes
And rips us apart.
I now live a day at a time
And count my days
As one with those filled with you
I do not remember
To have ever lived.