Title: 86 Author: Michelle

I walk forward-- you do not follow my lead Waving hands call you to catch up Your lips speak of words that sound so nice to say Here I am--yours for the taking Your softness has been sucked out Staring straight through the distance between us I alone can not bridge the overwhelming gap Impossibility renders me still Incapability cripples you back.

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