The parting gift

[nick]

Oh my love
I long to hold you close,
to hug and to caress,
to be together,
no need for words then,
other senses, touch.

I would be tender,
shy and bashful too,
tongue-tied perhaps,
but loving still,
ready to give
myself away to you.

And yet we know
this will not come to pass,
this dream that dies,
or if not dying
moves towards
suspended animation.

And so I cry
for futile love,
and through my tears
I give to you
the parting gift
of freedom.


Je t'aime, toujours