Just around the corner
is my first love in her
great city that has no
end; the days go by,
the weeks rush on,
and before I know it
a year is gone, and I
never get to see her
face or touch her skin
again, for life is a swift
and terrible race.

She knows that I still
love her and I know
that she still loves me
just as well as in the
days when I rang her
bell and she rang mine,
but we were so much
younger then and the
time has gone by so
fast that is almost a
sin.

And now I am a busy,
tired old man and
tomorrow comes--
and tomorrow goes
and the distance
between us grows
but she is still just
around the corner--
yet miles away but
maybe I will get to
see her, touch her and
hold her once  again
someday.
                          Jon York    2018