Oh, The Times
When I could place my finger upon love,
to know without having to ask,
understand beyond a need to remedy.
Oh to have the grace of her charm
that settles my heart
rather than me being the child,
the neediness of desire mixed inside
emotional journey, always seems
just too far out of reach.
I wonder about those times,
when we could laugh without always again
having to figure out,
or simply realize the times,
always manage to return.