The Thirty First

It's been so long since we met.
Yet another reason to fret.
And emotions still don't come easy to me.
I've grown old waiting for this.
Trying to find what's been amiss.
And my heart's never been close to free.

Tabitha.
I still remember,
the kiss, the outburst.
All a fond memory,
on a wintry January thirty first.

I've lost my head over you,
still wishing we could start anew.
But emotions still don't come easy to me.
Legs have grown weak, hands frail,
yet, that's no reason for us to wail.
And my mind still sees the moment clearly.

Tabitha.
I still remember,
the kiss, the outburst.
All a fond memory,
on a wintry, January thirty first.

But will you be mine now that I'm old,
will you be mine as the events unfold?
Although, emotions don't come easy to me...