Thank you for bringing
T
e
a
r
s
to my eyes that were dried
longer than I can remember.
For breaking my heart,
not once but at least twice,
and for the way you smile.
Your laugh is what I hear,
When I awake -
Your hands soft, delicate,
cold they warm in mine.
I long for their touch, as
I do for your lips which touched
me more than you ever could
Imagine -
I waited too long,
I could never say: I love you
And you never asked or saw
it in my eyes
That were dry longer than
I can remember.