The Orange Trees

Time.

Yesterday you left for home,
I now sit here writing for you, a poem.
You left to go back as time was running slack,
We held one another and then you had to pack.
I kissed you so many times my lips turned blue,
Our tongues stuck together, like molten glue.
We parted at the moment the sun began to set,
My eyes dripped tears and my cheeks... they were wet.
We embraced one another, passion alive,
You left on the dot, as the clock blinked five.
I held your hands in mine as I opened the door,
I clasped your hand to mine as the clock blinked more.
We looked into one another's eyes as I leapt,
Not turning my back until you had left.
I sat down at my desk and turned the pages before me,
Thinking of the days we had spent by the rollin' sea.
I put pen to paper and jotted thoughts down,
I looked at my writing and let myself frown.
I crumpled it up and threw it away,
I watched the sunset as the clouds began to fray.
I wrote a new... a different poem in mind,
I wrote for you and the loss of time.
I kissed your lips so sweetly then,
I clung to you until the clock blinked ten.
I awoke and starred at the clock and frowned,
I watched the cookie in my milk as it drowned.
I felt the memories flood over me swift,
I felt your embrace and your touch it did lift,
My soul and my heart,
To you I won't part,
Yet I woke with a start,
And clutched my heart,
Knowing my part,
To you in heart,
I'd never part.