Hours Before Change
Now the time is near and I know not what to think or feel,
just sitting here confused in just what to do.
The lights were low and sounds of sweet loving passion from
you in my ears, the tender touch of flesh as in love scenes of a
good flick.
It’s all as it should be, yet I feel disconnected, the lustful passion
of our love is lost to me in my mind, I long for your kiss.
For this day is before me and it is still hours to go, there is fear
and dread in it as the hands on the clock move forward.
Am I getting older or am I just old?
Hours before change.
What will tomorrow bring ?
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