I Cry (Version #2)
I cry,
because I can’t meet your parents
or take a road trip with you.
I cry,
because I can’t have Thanksgiving with you,
or rent a movie with you.
I cry,
because I can’t watch you apply lipstick to your lips
or watch you wash your hair.
I cry,
because I can’t dance with you
or listen to you breathing in your sleep.
I cry,
because I can’t walk with you in the park
or go to an opening gala at a museum with you.
I cry,
because I can’t hold your hand
or expose our love to the world.
I cry,
because I can’t get lost in your eyes
or listen to the ocean with you.
I cry,
because I can’t view sunsets with you
or make love to you.
I cry,
because you can’t cuddle on my shoulder on an airplane ride
or let me embrace you during a cold winter night.
I cry,
because from sea to sea,
land to land,
I have not met you.
I cry,
because I want to be on an airplane with you,
kiss you and hold your hand
as we descend upon the NYC skyline.
I cry,
all the time I cry.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.10.27.14:29@296NYC