The Words Ran Out

Tonight it hits me hard,
Realising how much
Spare time and silence
I will have to bear
Without your voice
Laughing in my ear,

Remembering how
We would have to pause
And awkwardly excuse
One or the other of us
From the conversation
For a call of nature,

Reminiscing over
Nights when it seemed
The words would never
Run out and we'd delay
Taking much needed sleep
With news to share,

Reflecting on moments
Of mischief when distance
Meant safety from your
Tickling fingers and
In the same instance
Feeling much too far

Away from your caress,
It hits me hard tonight
Recalling all of this,
It hits me hard to
Recollect such happiness
And know there'll be no more.


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