sometimes i forget
where i'm supposed
to be standing at
a few paces away
just enough to be
able to look and not touch
just to catch
a whiff of you
it's not quite enough
but i have to take
all that i can
all i'm allowed to

you are right
in front of me
but if i try to
move even an inch
in an attempt to
maybe hold you
you'll vanish
i struggle everyday
to keep myself at bay,
to not rush to you,
to wait right where i am

and i know. . .
you will never bridge
the gap that
glaringly widens faster
with each passing minute

i will lose another one
won't i?
but like everytime,
all i can do is watch