Life, Pain, Longing.

Ah, my friend

We can talk and talk.

But will we unravel

The mysteries of life?

Where once when we were young

Life seemed only to give.

And then somehow we reach an age

where it begins to take things away.

Family and friends ripped from our embrace

long before we're ready.

We look in the mirror and discover

our youth is gone.

Who is that person

staring back at me?

The graceful athlete once so fleet,

considered old at 38, ancient at 58.

Is there a plan

or is it just chance?

How can I meet

the love of my life

When neither of us

is available?

How can I love her

so many years later

As though it was yesterday

that we touched.

For what reason would I meet my soul mate

if we can't be together.

There is a plan, I'm sure of it.

But why can't I understand it.

I don't believe in coincidences,

there is a reason for my love and my longing.

Will I ever hold

and kiss her again?

Will my hand caress her breast

or her hand touch me?

Will I ever hear her whisper

that she loves me still?

It is the mystery I ponder

as my life moves on too fast.

For I believed we would someday

share the good with the bad.

I know there is a plan

and I try to be patient.

I met her and she me,

for a reason.