So close yet so far.
Reaching out to you,
fingers splayed,
stretching, reaching futilely
to close the many miles of inches
between you and me.
Who am I to you?
Do you really care for me as my disillusioned mind perceives?
Or am I merely a toy that has since passed your fancy?
I possess you yet I don't,
an entity that takes no form,
a free spirit unbound by love and hate,
how much longer can I wait?