Moving between us the tide of time

It is years since we have met or talked

And still I cannot forget you

Even though, so eager have I tried

Your tongue, your lips, your eyes

When I used place my hands on your eyelids

They fluttered like a butterfly 

As you open and shut them in time

6 years 10 months and 3 days

I counted last night

Tempted to look you up

And down again, as in the past

Procrastination bars my way

Like a steel gate of a Summers meadow