Kurt Philip Behm

With Time

With time,

the beginning gets close to the end

With time,

I no longer need to pretend

With time,

the feelings now stand on their own

With time,

the reasons are best left alone

With time,

the music alone mine to play

With time,

the words free to go or to stay

With time,
the memories no longer a wish

With time,

all longing wrapped up in one kiss

With time,

I revisit those things I thought lost

With time,

I re-ember the long winter frost

With time,

I let go of the doubt and the fear

With time I embrace,

—as your voice calls me near

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)