Ever since our bitter fall from grace,
Each evening at ten this feeling returns
Encompassing each limb; my spirit yearns
For when of me you were fonder.
Had I have realised then that when time passed
That even we - the closest - would not last
I would not have let you squander
The one bond I could never replace.

Jack Growden

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fall-from-grace-14/