Out of Reach

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?