Stolen Memory

I think about you often,
my skin craves your touch.
My mind often wonders,
if you think of me as much.

You slip into my life,
like a thief in the night,
leaving behind your memory-
then disappearing from my sight.

I long to stop the ticking clock-
pausing time for you and me,
For then I would have the chance
to love you endlessly.

I wish to take this stolen moment-
stretch it out to make it last,
No worries about the future,
forget about the past.

For in this sweetest moment-
it’s always you and me,
and I wish to savor forever
this stolen memory.