Fleeting Poem by Gert Strydom

How fleeting the long weekend
spent with you was
and sometimes it feels
as if life rushes by
in transitory brief moments
and that there is no way
to make precious moments last.

Motorcycling out of a brewing sieving storm
the one moment
you were rubbing my hands hot
while we embraced
and we shared
a really great cup of coffee
and the next
we have to kiss goodbye again
and it is past.

If I could make days and nights stretch
into eternity
I would be wishing
to live through the days we had,
to see you cry
about a movie of a faithful dog,
to wipe your tears,
to cuddle and to kiss
and have you forever near.