I don't have the time I used to <br />when I had the time <br />to dare, dream, <br />lie on the beach, <br />speaking in-out ocean talk <br />with your towel underneath. <br /> <br />The time it takes, days of awkard silences and <br />staring at a mouth you're learning to listen to. <br />You're offering me <br />days too few, too treasured. <br />They will become jewels in my fist, <br />too heavy to carry away, too precious to leave unmeasured.<br /><br />Delilah Miller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/starting-that-summer-romance/
