The Lonely Time Poem by Robert Scott Hogg

Sometimes hazy, fading from my minds view
mostly clear, vivid to me, as I lie and think of you
Almost tangible but never quite close enough to touch
colourful and bright but not too much

Your hair is long and flowing, in my darkness
my hands reach out to steal a soft caress
Stolen moments, knowing it's a crime
prepared to suffer, to do the lonely time

Our day may never ever come again
will never be the same, would be insane
The longings never wane or ease
my love for you, it seems, may never cease