Just A Bit Late

The gentle love of yesterday
runs down your cheek and lands on your plate.
The memories of time past
shimmers in windows of your soul.
To have, to hold, to gently console.
A thousand things I'd say and do
If just for a single minute on this special day
I'd get to hold you.
Relax and enjoy, we still have yesterday,
and a billion tomorrows to do.
I'm just a bit late today, my love.
Though you cannot see, or hear me
and my touch goes through,
I am right here beside you.