I stand and watch through the glass,
That seems way to dense tonight
And curse the times I took for granted,
When I could’ve held you tight.
I open my palm that fights the surge
Of impulses to extend
And feel the draw, so intense,
Of the vacuum that never ends.
My love was beyond touch I’d claim,
Far beyond skin deep.
Then why do I stand like a magnet
That beyond reach they keep.
Poles apart and joined at heart
In hopes of brighter tomorrow,
I feel the weight of vaccum
And the magnet’s sorrow.