Hurt to Love
Why does it hurt to love
to feel the breath of new life
and the breath of the dying
to desire so much
and to ache with the longing
to see the wholeness of me
in the gaze of your eyes
to feel the stopping of time
yet it still rushing by
to have my place in your arms
filled by another
to know that my heart
will never be the same again.
Time
I sit and wonder sometimeswhere we will go with our lives
will our paths cross again.?
Will we look in each other’s eyes
after all this time
and feel the long forgotten spark
burn again?
Or will we just say Hi
and pass on by
Like someone you’d known
but forgotten from where?