The twilight falls and day is gone.
The sun gets up and morning comes.
The hands of time push slowly through.
You're gone and I'm still missing you.
Across the way a robin sings.
He seems to say 'At last it's spring.
The leaves return to hold the tree
But never shall your arms hold me.
The seasons follow one by one.
The dawn will reach the setting sun.
The rose will come to touch the vine
But no more shall your hand touch mine.
The seasons change from day to day
But they return the same sweet way.
Time marches on to start anew...
But how I long to be with you.
This poem was a finalist in the October 2012 poetry contest