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.