Reaching Back Poem by Miss Unknown Empty

I keep reaching back for the magic of those first few days
when we found each other.
When we discovered that we both liked mayonnaise on
hamburgers medium well done,
And neither had ever read Wuthering Heights.
When we concurred on the agonies of war and disagreed
about the importance of being earnest.
When your touch was gentle, and your eyes bright.
As you told me about taking over New York City before it
overtook you.
When you ran your fingers softly through my hair,
Asking me if it was all right to mess it up
and needing no answer.
When I made you laugh,
And your laughing made me feel god.
I keep reaching back for that exact moment when you
reached for me
and I came into your arms for our first kiss-
Hesitant, Unsure, Afraid to be too eager,
Very happy to be there.
This fairy tale gone bad,
This sweet spring fruit witherd before ripening-
Is it that the flower blossoms too quickly, and therefore
closes too soon?
Or are we too strongly molded in our separate worlds?
I keep reaching back, reaching back for the magic of those
first days when we found each other
I keep reaching back,
and grasping-
NOTHING!