I’m a little in love
with you;
as the silence descends
I think of you.

Together as we were
moments of perfection,
when I wished time
would stop,
so I could be in your arms
a little longer.

Holding onto you.

I think I’ll wait here
a little longer,
and wrap my arms around
myself;
holding onto hope
that you’ll pick me up
and hold me close
and never let me go.