Here I sit, writing;
And there you are
So close, yet so distant.
Where is your mind ... so far away?
Your soul I see, yet cannot touch.
I yearn to reach out to you...
I see the conflict;
My mind scrambles for words
That do not exist.
I seek to ease your discomfort
...to ease the conflict.
Yet...how do I reach you?
My heart aches to tell you
What my mind is scared to say.
Yet you know my heart,
You know my queries,
And yet... you know not the answers.
So here I sit
And there you are...
I patiently await your soul's return.
