When We First Met Poem by Cordell Rich

when we first met we did'nt touch
that would come later, much later
I though we had plenty of time
and that I could wait for that moment
but everything suprised me
and its killing me inside
holding you would be like holding magic in my hands
I never held your hand or felt its warmth
but I felt you presence and it has warmed me
I have asked my father for one gift
and from Heaven above he has promised it to me
promised that one day I will hold you hand and that you will hold mine
that I will feel the warmth of your presence once again
this is all that I crave at this moment
you have capture ever moment of my life and held it captive from me
did you know that you own me? Or that even now that were apart I am yours
I am your Fletcher, your pet, without being able to curl at your feet to warm them
when someone says it nice to see you again
I think “I wonder how long it will be until I see her again? ”
how long can I go on like this
too Long