A parted sigh

                   Though at times I find myself wanting
to say hello but how to approach seems to be halted.
Finding the distance ever growing only because it
seems as though my mind, my presence is an
afterthought.

                  None too slight is the gentleness in the
tears, the huskiness in the whisper. Just ever clear
in an echoing loveless feeling. So softly I have to
sigh. Be content I have to command my head.

                 Ever so hard is the command to give
in to the request underlying. How though do you
swallow the knot built inside a tiny throat?

               Oh how I laugh for the possibilities I dreamed
of seem chased and so long ago. Keep pursuing I must
but what of the kindness. That too I must laugh off.

               Simply you inquire the details of an
explanation and all I can exit is a keen voice of
startling fire topaz. What does it matter to
those who know nothing of me?

             How can that display, what do you really
need to know? Ah the distance is pitiful and only
enhances your great emotion of ice. True for
that may be the determination of what is
necessary. Yet though to be lost within a growing
friendship, well if that is intent build faster.

           The demand of your hopes, I will give you.
Though destroying mine, if I must. Don't you dare
say I never gave up anything for you. Ah yet
does it mean anything to you?

           Ah to allow tears deepen upon paleness.
I shall not be in despair. I learn, reach. I walk
not for me but for a hope. Yes I will continue
even in my lowest of strength.

         Is this how it must be? For clarity I hope
to find a one truth offered inside. A dream I
have, yes. To find the beauty within me,
I am sure you will search. Indeed I will not stop,
but give the necessary tools to chisel. Though
will there be any pieces gained?

       Dare say that is up to you?

        The distance is scary but that is your position
and I am here. Matters not how, if a bridge still
forms a path just if you travel it to find me.

        I am not pressing. We are all human. In hope
somewhere, I meant something.