[NB: originally penned in August 2006, edited in 2007, revised in 2008]
Every time I am here,
I find myself thinking of you:
Four years ago last summer, you were here with me
although I was not the reason you were there.
I was naïve, young and ultimately blind:
I hate myself, can't forgive myself -
You should have been crossing my mind
every five seconds.
A year or two ago I realised what a gentleman you were:
Through the once-opaque looking glass,
I identified you to be sweet, kind and approachable through the clearest of binoculars...
Lowering the zoom, I kicked myself for my ignorance.
Come the lazy summer days in the French paradise:
whenever I lie on the lounger by the pool, the sun beating down on my body,
I think up a scene where it only hurts when I'm breathing...
Yet it's so easy to think of you and I dive swiftly into the pool of dreams
where you and I are united in a frenzy of bubbles, smiles and oxygen exchange.
From fantasy to reality...
I wonder where you are now,
And I hope to see you again.
I last saw you on New Years morning, 2005.
I didn't get to talk to you much;
you had to catch up with the brother...
Although you were the one who invited me.
You will always have a place in my heart,
Because of who you are and what you are:
Gentleman, globe-trotter, good man;
lovely personality, charming person - someone special.
All I want to do is hug and kiss you,
Because four years ago and since
I did not have the chance.
I do wonder what it would've been like to see you in this light, then.
Fingers crossed I see you soon.