Never Too Early or Too Late

It will not matter what time it is.
Or when the Sun rises...
To caress the horizon,
With beaurtiful Sunsets.
As twilight arrives.

Penned fresh thoughts of you,
I am here to do.
With changes that are few...
In memories I keep.

And there has not been one moment,
I have live that you have not been missed.
Reviewed and reminisced,
In my mind with wishes.

It will not matter what time it is.
And never too early or too late.
Your face has a place in my heart always.
Although you may not be here to touch...
You do!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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