The Man Fool

These thoughts of brushing back,
the hair from your face.
Fill my mind of that time,
and the warmth of that place.
Reminders of that sweetness,
as it hung against your cheek.
As my fingers brushed across your face,
Aware you make me weak.
These moments, though brief,
are frozen in my mind.
For you they may be nothing,
but for me they seem to shine.
I tell myself, you foolish man,
you’ve nothing for her, to give.
Yet in my heart there is a chance,
some reason to laugh and live.
I know to you, that I am not,
a man you’d want to see.
But to me, you are one
That with, I’d love to be.
I know that you have tried,
in your way to tell me no.
But as a man who dreams through life,
I am a little slow.
So today, I understand.
The time has come for me.
To tell my heart to let it go,
for it will never be.
I can still dream that if it had,
been another place or time.
That maybe then together,all the words would make a rhyme.