I know what it is to be loved.
I'm trying to remember
what it is to be loved.

I have it with me
I cannot grasp it.

A mother's touch (a mother's pain)
Cradled in a crane.
A lover's kiss (now one to miss)
in stones of eons forming
and keyboard keys adorning.
A friend's embrace (now fading grace)
In artwork sown and colored.
A sister's smile (it fights each mile)
Past door and window, shuttered.

I know what it is to be loved
But it's all many miles in the past--
Slipping quick, fading fast,
And I know it will not last.

I know what it is to be loved.
But I fear that I won't, someday.
Because all of you
       have gone away

And love can never stay.