Too far to touch, close enough to feel
Each in their own world, unreachable and unreal.
Prisoner of each other's thought
In a web of crossways, caught.
Aloof, and obscure, and difficult both
That overpowering trance of the other, they loathe.
"It's all too good to be true...”
"..Just a dream, sweetheart, no big issue"
"You are too unknown to be sure of yet"
"But if we don't try we might regret...”
Nevertheless, the story so goes,
As told by friends and foes,
That nothing ever happened,
What did was never to be mentioned.
Separate ways they were meant to go,
Found their loves, it is said so.
And deep down,
Somewhere deep deep down,
Do they wonder?
Will they ever concur -
That in their mind and matter,
Each still remains
A specter on an unconquered cliff,
in the uncompromising land of "If".
