Lately I’m living on leftover love
Which I’d hoarded with plans to keep it forever,
But I’m greedily draining my sweet supply
Of remembered kisses and caresses,
Of memories of magical moments
Which fade with each daydream
Like a letter unfolded too often,
And each time it’s re-read
A bit of the love it holds is used up
Until there is nothing left but words.
So when you return don’t be alarmed
If I don’t recognize your touch.
I’ll just need some time
To refill my heart with your love
And make you part of me again.
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