I woke up with your golden hair
all strewn across my chest.
I wished my eyes could take a photograph.
I wondered if I breathed it in
and held in all my breath,
I could find a way to make the moment last.
Tried to hold it in,
but had to let it go.
They say that what you love
you really just can’t hold.
That say that what you want
can get away sometimes.
But that what you need,
you get it if you try.