like a piece of fur,
caressing my touch,
like a clothing fabric,
texture as soft as a hand
like these fleeting moments,
i think of the love we shared.
maybe you were meant to be fleeting
to be a soft graze to impact me forever
of course, the graze was never a waste
the moment was never a waste
the fabric or fur?
never a waste.
the contact was alluring, ever so,
but the fur grew to be part of a body.
the fabric grew to be a ballroom dress,
and you grew into someone i never knew.
with this, i wish you growth
whether in love, wealth, whatnot
i just hope you keep with you the lessons learned
and along the way, everything earned