Straight from the Heart #1

I'm here

you don't know i'm here...

how can two people be

on the same part of the universe,

on the same edge of the earth,

on the same share of the continent,

on the same side of the country,

on the same wing of the region,

on the same end of the city.

under the very same roof,

without even meeting each other's eyes?

it's sad, really sad,

when i ache so much to reach out

and have the feel of another's presence,

someone who's, in fact, very near

but is the same someone

who seems a million miles away.

how can we be together

yet be very much apart?

what if i die... the next minute,

the next hour, the next night,

the next day after this?

that makes it sadder because

you don't even know

i'm here

we've won over so many battles,

yet how easily we've been defeated

by our very own selves,

by these restrictions,

by these limitations

on who and how and why

we must care.

i see your shadow

and it's swiftly moving pass me...

oh, what a pain to admit

that though you see me not

my hand still reaches out

ever faithful in declaring

that for you

i'm here...