The closer I draw to you, the farther you slip,
A breath away, yet always just beyond my touch.
Each step I take feels weighted, slow—
For every inch, two more stretch ahead,
A distance that widens as I move,
A tether that tightens, but never snaps.
Time, sharp as a spear, unsparing in its flight,
Laughs as it stretches between us—
A chasm that never quite closes,
A journey that loops back upon itself.
You never told me why you smiled
At the sound of my question,
As if the answer was buried
In a moment that would never come.
And still, time laughs louder with each breath,
Filling the space between us with echoes,
Of what we might have been,
If only I could cross this endless divide,
And reach you—just once—
Before you fade away.
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