All night you'd lay asleep   enfolded in my arms,   breathing slow and sweet.   I never understood   how it would prove to be   such a luxury to feel   your hand, warm in my hand   your kiss onmy cheek.      Lovers and friends   are all that matter.   You'll never know how much it   came to mean to me   to have you by my side   in battles lost and won.      And now I understand   these things can never be   guaranteed.   I wish I could recall   each mundane tenderness,   remember every look, each word,   preserve every breath,   each kiss, each caress.      Lovers and friends   are all that matter.   I never thought that I would   watch you drowning   far from any sea, on crumpled sheets,   white sand in your eyes.      Lovers and friends   are all that matter.   And now when all I have of you   is a memory,   I raise my hand to touch my cheek,   imprinted with your love.