The best things in this world are scarce in quantity, but rich in quality. The same can be said of you and me. It is but human nature to imagine People in this world I have yet to meet, Areas of your body I have yet to explore, Time is a bitch, a whore, a tease,
all the couldhavebeens and whatifs.
Our constant lament is
“If only! If only we’d had more time!”
If only.
There is so much yet to discover.
Books on my shelf I have yet to read,
Thoughts in my head I have yet to articulate,
Cups of tea I have yet to drink.
Parts of your skin I have yet to kiss,
Angsty secrets I have yet to share,
Sunrises that we have yet to watch.
She conspires with space to play with us.
Since you’re not here, and I’m not there, all we can do
Is make each other up in our minds and love an image.
But if it we’d had all the time in the world, would we have savoured it as much?
