There was a knock at my window
And a name softly spoken.
Joy consumed me,
For I knew who had arrived.
We talked in hushed whispers,
A wall dividing us only barely.
Our hands and lips were brought together
And sometimes with desperation.
When you left, I was smiling
But I wished you wouldn’t haven’t gone.
I yearned for your embrace,
For your protection
And prayed that one day I would have it.