Coming and Going

Coming and going.
Going and coming.
So many times,
And how often
Have we met and parted?
How often have we found each other,
And the coming and going moves us again?
So much love to give,
Only to find your hand
And hold it,
Having held it
For too short a time,
To slip away.
And I long for
That frozen moment
That is eternity,
When our hands are together.

Copyright ©2009 Tony Crisp