Because

Because you cannot be with me,
my days are filled with sorrow.
Because you cannot be with me,
there is only tomorrow.
And tomorrow seems like an endless wait
that time can't seem to reach.
And oh my love what does that teach?
That time has its way with us
and becomes our enemy.
Because I'm aching for that distant minute
when you can be with me.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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