Love

I spent a million midnights
longing for your love,
I dreamed of touching you,
us together hand in glove.
And when you walked away,
tired of our sad old game, 
for a million midnights
I cried and called your name.
I knew you were gone for good
and it could never work,
you would go on as before
and I was left to lurk.
So I spent a million midnights
in a frenzy dialed your phone,
you answered but I couldn’t speak
and I remained alone.
Now years have passed
and love’s secure,
I’m hers, she’s mine,
my friend, my wife so dear.
But you are still there
hiding in my mind it seems,
and I spend a million midnights
as you come to me in dreams.
Doesn’t it seem ironic
how as time rolls along
I hold onto you no more,
and it’s you who won’t be gone?

A Million Midnights