I know its absurd, but I will
Think of you from time to time
Think of you, even still.
Think of your rough, worked hands,
How the felt so smooth and how soft the did mend..
All my troubles, but for a moment,
Then off to work, I sometimes felt so broken.
You scooped me up into your arms
Every night, and I would succumb to your charm.
You would care for me, like you would no other,
A pedestle you would place me, above all others
I take with me, that, as I move on..
Looking forward this seems so long.
Looking back, it was but a fraction of time
It is indescribable.. it was sublime.