As Time Passes

As time passes I grow weaker.
From the minute I met you,
to the moment I left you,
time was nothing to matter.
But as days, weeks, months pass --
I come weaker as you stronger;
time is but the past.
But now I know what it was --
that makes me miss you so.
I loved you,
but didn't tell you --
so I have to let it go.

by Gary
posted on 12/31/1969