Forehead Kisses

It’s been twenty-nine years, nine more to go.

Each day, I ache for just one thing,

A simple wish that fills my eyes with longing:

When will you give me my forehead kisses?

Every day, I summon strength anew,

Every day, I ache for the you I once knew.

Distractions come and drift away

But none can quiet this yearning

For your forehead kisses.

My tears are endless, my sorrow deep,

My laughter hollow, my soul asleep.

Without you, what remains of me?

When will you break, and offer me

My forehead kisses?

And when this body I leave behind,

When I return in another form refined

You’ll beg to touch, to hold, to weep.

But hear me then, and hear me deep:

You won’t be near me, not like this

Forget about your forehead kiss.