It Does No Good to Cry

I remember…
…sometimes in bed we’d spoon with your back against my chest.  I’d put my arm around you and you’d hold my hand while we went to sleep.  What a contented feeling that was.
From “Terra Incognizant” by Prometheus
You would think by now,
I would know my way around,
I shouldn’t miss you so badly,
I should be on familiar ground.
How many more lonely years,
Must meander by,
Until I learn the lesson,
It does no good to cry.