I remember…
…just before we went to sleep, you’d put your arm around me and hold me against you. That was the safest I have ever felt.

From “The Years” by Sara Teasdale
Tonight I close my eyes and see
A strange procession passing me-
The years before I saw you face
Go by me with wishful grace
They pass, the sensitive shy years,
As one who strives to dance, half blind with tears