Insomniac's Poem

Alone, cold and dark.  Night so long I anticipate the waken. Remembering a moment so bright yet brief- was only a spark, which with gusto was taken.  So fresh is the memory, so strong is the thought. But, oh, to remember that which was, yet hold that which is not.  To see, only for an instant, thru the thin veil of the screen. Renderances of you, disappearing in a flash- as if wakened from a dream. Now sleepless nights I spend pining for that which I lost, drove a way by my perpetration, I now pay the greatest cost.  To have another chance.  To get a second glance- would be oh so grand, to reach out and touch your hand. Memories, however, are greater than in vivo- for with life comes feelings and the dreaded ego.  Things which may break or be damaged- to the point beyond repair, even with a bandage. If your soul is listening tonight, lets not fight. Our time on earth is too short so please my love, do not thwart.