Her Touch

Whilst trying to find sleep I find myself thinking of you
Unable to escape the memory of your lips
And how they felt against my own.
Four years I waited for that beautiful touch,
So long I yearned to lay with you like that
And now it's just a memory.
It kills me,
I love you,
Yet never again will I touch to that way,
Never again will I touch you at all.
Was it worth it?
Sacrificing everything we had all these years
For one night to indulge in hidden desire.
I don't know.
But I miss you.