Out of Reach
Have you ever noticed, my friend,
that I'm always waiting for the same bus as you?
I do it on purpose and yes, it's pathetic,
but when I want to meet somewhere
you always turn me down.
Have you ever noticed that when you talk,
your magical word-weaving and your voice
still fascinate me every time?
You're a wild fox
curled up in an ink-and-paper burrow.
You're a dreamer, a believer,
with the forest in your eyes.
Don't you see that there's a crack in my smile
because you never smile back at me?