Longing

I loved you long ago and I can see your face - it glows. A photo maybe? Or a scene extracted from a play? With love, I remember those days. We sat, we talked, we laughed, we loved, not in the physical sense, but we both knew what we had done. I don’t know where you are, what you’ve done or where you live, but I would really love to do what we once did. © 2010 Charles Dennis http://www.charlesdennis.netne.net