I've waited months on months to memorize, Memorize every detail on the surface of his skin, The warm touch down his back, The scars spread out on his chest, The wrinkles that form by his eyes, The eyes that bring light, A soft ethereal glow, Waiting to accept this reality, Though seemed much like a Dream, Missing his touch on my skin, Left a mark quite like a fingerprint, His rough yet firm grasp on each thigh, Tracing the curves of my body, By time, I realize, That in time, with him there is not enough time, He is much like a roaring ocean, Blissfully following the tide, Waiting for the water to return, Back to shore, Waiting for More... Time.