Goodnight Kiss
That meaningless kiss
goodnight,
That means so much,
you might,
Realize it only when
it's gone,
And you have to carry on,
Whilst you rifle through
the archive of your life,
And try to make sense
of you and wife,
With but slightly warm
love through memory,
You may just start
to see,
The days of hand holding
are gone,
Of laughter, and of song,
And that meaningless
kiss goodnight,
Would suddenly feel so right
I lay in bed each night,
Holding my memories,
oh, so tight,
And sob quietly in
my fright,
Hoping some day it
will all be right.
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