Many Years

And each time you'd stay till
my breathing became steady
holding me close
though I'm not so sure who was
holding who the most
but I'd not care for trivial thought
when the thought of knowing you
were there with your finger on my
complexity of emotions
there because of wanting and needing
to be that close as my breathing steadied
till my eyes closed
safe in the knowledge that we were
still oh so close after all these years
my final thoughts before drifting in
your embrace.