We never really touched…
Yet, we know it was love.
Together only in moments;
Absence makes us fonder.

We were together in mind…
Yet, we are better away;
Togetherness can breed contempt,
Absence was our friend.

Now, I wish I was there…
You have not invited me.
No, I am there, each breathe;
For our souls are entwined.

And here I always sit…
No longer on the road.
Come to me, please…
We will touch and be complete.

Dedicated to my 30-year admiration of Tim Curry which began at the tender age of 18, and continues today (aged 52).