Chances Spent

I woke
Deep in the night
Sweating,
Crying your name,
Aching
To hold you tight,
Longing
For your caress;
And yet...
Knowing inside
My chance,
Spent foolishly
At best,
Had come and gone.
My life
Will not include
Your smile.
So sadly
I Cry and
Try once again
To sleep.

Copyright 1979  J. Montgomery