Sands

me

Reaching for your belt

I close my eyes 

And 

remember how sweet it felt. 

Being there with you. 

Such a busy man

you never have time for 

my demands. 

The moments with you

always slip so quickly 

away 

like sands

Through my hands. 

Always such a rush. 

Never time to linger.

Never time to touch. 

All you say is hush. 

Always miss you so much. 

Like today. 

To you my thoughts stray. 

In my mind I take it slow. 

No hurrying, rushing and go. 

Such a busy man. 

So many serious demands. 

This I know. 

But sometimes I wish 

we could 

just take it slow. 

Sometimes I wish

you didn't have to go. 

At your feet I would sit. 

If only for a little bit. 

Such a busy man. 

You never even have 

time for your 

own demands.