Because I don't have you in my arms
The nights pass slow.

But you are the soul of my nights
Its darkness is my foe.
And remembered images
Are dismembered, like shredded pages.

But my days are full of joy.
They give me the strength
That the darkness can't defy.

And I have never held your hand - nor you mine.
Though I brushed your cheek - one time.

Yet your glance
Makes my heart dance,
My stomach churn, in giddy turn,

And this tightness in my throat,
Inspires this simple poet.

Yet these feelings frighten me,
I fear to lose your friendship.
I fear the loss of the light
That you have shed on my dark places.

For you have made me what I will become.
And because I don't have you in my arms
The nights pass slow.