MISTAKES WE MADE

 

When I touch you tenderly, you’re glad,

   I’m thinking it just doesn’t matter why –

The times upon the sheets we have had,

   And when I look into your eyes I sigh,

O the tender words I remember you said:

   “Life is just a moment in time,

And if, this is just a fantasy in our head

   It matters not, for now you are mine!”

 

The touches of you in bed, when I

   Know this moment may never be again

Upon these sheets where we lie . . .

   A love I prayed that would never end!

Looking back at the mistakes we made . . .

   So now I ask, “Was it all just a charade?”

 

Epaphroditus© November 5, 2023