You’ve gone now and that is it,
No more will you watch the stairs
Listening for the sound of my footsteps
Slowly climbing up.
You’ve gone now moving on,
No more cheeky banter,
A familiar face distant but warm,
Deep in firm intelligence.
You’ve gone now, heading out,
Your sensual masculinity,
Lips so full, chin rough,
Oh That I could feel their touch.
You’ve gone now, leaving me,
To fantasise of your touch,
Wondering what it would feel like
To feel your lips upon mine.
You’ve gone now, walking out,
No more dreams of what might be
No more passionate snatched fantasies,
Steamy, heated forbidden.
You’ve gone now, walked away,
Unaware of my respect and love,
And desire to be possessed
Never spoken nor shared.
Goodbye now, off you go,
My shameful hidden secret unsaid.
Snatched glances at photographs,
Are all of you which remains.
Goodbye now, we’ll meet again,
But in circumstances different,
From those which were our ken,
Politely with decorum we say how d’you do?