Goodnight Kiss

That meaningless kiss goodnight, That means so much, you might, Realize it only when it's gone, And you have to carry on, Whilst you rifle through the archive of your life, And try to make sense of you and wife, With but slightly warm love through memory, You may just start to see, The days of hand holding are gone, Of laughter, and of song, And that meaningless kiss goodnight, Would suddenly feel so right I lay in bed each night, Holding my memories, oh, so tight, And sob quietly in my fright, Hoping some day it will all be right.