I never got a chance to tell you this;
I have a feeling that I never will.
When together we would casually chill,
And we had never ever shared a kiss.

You would not think that I am missing you,
Every other night, you are in my dream,
For my actions, words will never redeem,
Never did we give our lives the same hue.

We could have built a bridge to the unknown,
Painted it like no one could imagine,
And climbed heights that no one has risen,
But none of these stories could have been shown.

Now we will travel on our separate ways,
Unless this remoteness is just a phase.