I thought of you the other day,
But words that came I could not say.
They rolled around inside my head.
And then away like clouds they sped.

So odd for me to be tongue-tied,
When thinking of my muse: inspired
My poetry and verse and song.
Those thoughts of times that are long gone.

So often now my thoughts confused,
When on your countenance I mused,
What are these feelings long and deep,
Disturbing me when ere I sleep?

And then each morn when I awake,
The physicality is there.
Your memory a burning ache,
As distance means we cannot share.

When slumbering of you I dream,
Remembering with a smile.
So real to me those feelings seem,
My life is now a trial.

They mix my feelings, heart is scarred.
Why is it that it is so hard?
The memories - unchanged - are marred,
For you are and I as one are barred.

Recalling well-warmed beds and baths,
In other lives in other parts.
But we were forced down diff’rent paths,
And yet the mem’ries fill our hearts.

Our kisses moist and sweet and wet,
Enriching as our bodies met.
Entwined within each other’s arms,
And savouring deeply conjoined charms.

So, what to do and what to say?
How then to live each heart-wrenched day?
Your body now I cannot own,
So far apart our lives have grown!

A longing that we cannot sate,
Arousing dreadful, deep desire.
Nor wanton, willing, consummate,
To fan the flames of burning fire.

No answer do I have to this,
Those memories serene but strong.
Delicious days we surely miss,
And so, I put them in a song.