How wonderful it is to hold him

Pretending that we're lovers

Tangled in a prolonged embrace,

Enjoying the delicate sensations of

His soft then passionate kisses

The course of our lives,

Lived within one waking instance it seemed

A fantasy doomed at conception.

And I?  a hopless old romantic,

Misaligned by common sense

and complications,

Die a thousand deaths

Every time he walks away.