You sit next to me,

   You talk, you laugh,

           We talk, we laugh,

                   Yet it’s never anything more,

                          Never anything

                                                        less.



                                                    You walk with me,

                                                But at the same time,

                                          You’re in your own world,

                                 One separate from mine,

                      Miles and miles of distance,

                Covered in the inches that 

Separate

              us.

A layer of separation,

 A thin veil of the realisation 

       That I’m not for you, 

                And you’re not for me—

That layer, thin as it may be,

 Stops me from holding your hand

        From taking your arm

                 And running across hills of 

Lovestruck green

         and unrequited blues.

We dance, yet our rhythm is staccato

We sing, yet our harmonies are different,

We walk, yet you’re 2 steps ahead of me

We live, yet you’ll never belong to me.