Apart
Our eyes meet
Soft as a whisper and quieter
than a touch
And a smile plays about your lips
But you never really smile
I wonder if it is all a dream
As you look away, turn away
And doubt strikes a dark chord
within me
Then there you are again
And we touch without ever coming
near
The gentle brush of souls
Before it's gone
As though you are afraid to come
too close
So I dream of you
While you dream of me
And reality keeps us apart.