Something I wrote several years ago.
and I want to see you.
More than anything
else that I could do.
But a meeting is but a spot in time
just minutes and seconds to end.
And then when gone,
empty without you.
And what if my tongue,
fails to tell you,
fails to persuade?
Is my moment lost?
Never to return?
Or may I have another and another
Until I do what's right?
And what if my courage
in the face of your poise and grace?
May I have another, please?
No this parceling of moments is far too cruel,
I cannot risk you on such thin gruel.
To do you justice requires a lifetime of toil
that this minute and second thing foils.
I think the only way to care for you
is to stop all time and until we are through,
to live each moment over and again
until I know and understand...