Steps run of somewhere not to be heard again,
Face, once seen, now only remembered.
Voice, lingers on in remnants of moments spent together.
Life’s taken you on different paths since you last waved at me.
I know you, but I don’t.
It is what it does.
Makes the heard grow fonder,
yet memories fade
and all we have left are miles and miles between.
Crossed in seconds, in dreams, in wishes,
impenetrable walls of air, valleys and hills.
It’s never been closer,
the fact that you are too far away.