your hands in mine,
my tears on your cheek,
as you walk away –
not a glance back –
the space between us
growing, growing, growing
but your family duties call
and i have a debt to public to fulfill
so i will see you tomorrow
in your suit as you marry another person
and i will bury myself in public works
while gracing newspapers.
but i will wait,
’til another life,
to see you again
and feel your lips on mine.
Chaos of Life 