When I lost you, I couldn't pin a time or place.
More like an old beaten up car, pieces kept falling off.
We came together, tightly, then sprung back.
The days became weeks and I held on tight.
Till I realized for the 100th time that day, you
have to live life to its fullest. You can't hide.
We all have a right to be loved as we wish to
be loved. I simply cant love at a distance all
the time.

I'd shake your hand but I will probably never see you.
You'll marry someone less colorful, succumbing
to missionary position and watching tv in bed.
It will seem like quite the life.