"Near is never close enough to reach the etching of the skin, to hold each hand without rebuff.
A line between us cuts thin, this living hand warm with heat seems to be flying closer with time.
Your hand, your hand just out of reach!
All I want is for it to be mine.
Will I feel vitality rush inside when we meet, or are we fated to never come together?
For your hand is all I beseech.
A simpler, but beautiful treasure and yet as I see your hand soar, I ask,
'Was it closer than before?'"
Alexa V.