4Longing, that was all you ever did.
Longing for the sweet caress as a kid.
Years, so many longing ends.
When a prize is finally mine I would make the most of the for him it was gone, all gone.
No more shall your heart surf the sweet waves of love. You're crushed and torn.
I've tried to mend the damage.
Nothing helps; you've already been hurt,
I'm sorry I couldn't take the pain away.
This poem is for Ed