It hurts
that you are there and I am here
that I can see you but not touch you
or hold you, or kiss you
But how can it hurt so bad
when you and I were never anything?
Not lovers, not friends, not even acquaintances
Strangers we are in this world yet,
I ache for you
I long for you
I dream of you
How can this be
when there's not even a you and me?
Only I, over here
While you, are over there.
© Maria Michaela
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