When We First Met

Dear Ms.

When we first met we did'nt touch.
That would come later, much later.
I though we had plenty of time.
And that I could wait for that moment.
But everything suprised me.
And its killing me inside.
Holding you would be like holding magic in my hands.
I never held your hand or felt its warmth
But I felt you presence and it has warmed me.
I have asked my father for one gift.
And from Heaven above he has promised it to me.
Promised that one day I will hold you hand and that you will hold mine.
That I will feel the warmth of your presence once again.
This is all that I crave at this moment.
You have capture ever moment of my life and held it captive from me.
Did you know that you own me? Or that even now that were apart I am yours.
I am your Fletcher without being able to curl at your feet to warm them.
When someone says it nice to see you again.
I think “I wonder how long it will be until I see her again?”
How long can I go on like this?
Too Long.

Cordell Rich