The last good night.

A fresh new page opens. 
I feel them in my soul but 
I cannot make my hands write the words
though my heart can see it clearly.

Our adventures together down roads
we were certain no one else had seen. 
Pointing out new buildings and 
laughing with our stomachs. 

My pen dances on the page 
trying to draw a picture of your hand 
on my thigh or the electricity it caused.

I have not found the words 
for your eyes looking into me.

 

I was always too scared 
and full of smiles to read them. 
I fear I will never again get that chance.