This Door, In Age Revealing

We won’t be putting each other high on a pedestal,
Till the last trace of learned-our-lesson has its day;
Can’t imagine going on without the fear of losing,
Or with freedom to let something good walk away.
You’re of the best familiar faces, but there’s nothing free;
The touch you wake to feel, and doubt, is not your own
A million words, a thousand touches won’t fill up that space
I watch with light eyes burning, and the world seems small.
We’ve nothing more but time and thirst to be accustomed to,
So easily I’d drink what’s left, and fill your cup,
The better part of me wants truth revealed; when words we give
The wait is fleeting; a word makes distance a kiss.