Given The Chance (1-11-08) Poem by Bobbie Jean Wright

I know
I'll never wake
to the sound of your feet
shuffling across my floor
and without you here
I can never ask you
what you're looking for.

Be it as it may
I will never wipe
a teardrop
from your cheek
and the feel of my body
pressed into your kiss
will never make me weak.

My darling
your sweet whispers
will never tickle
the lobe of my ear
and tendrils will never
crawl down my back
because you hold me near.

But I can hold you
in fantasy and caress
your soul with mine.
I can wallow with you
in fields of flowers
if only in my mind.

I can hold your hand
and grow old with you
within a simple glance
and I swear
I'd make you happy
if you would only
give me the chance.