You came out of a dream, <br />and stood there before me, <br />inches away from the tips of my fingers. I <br /> wanted to hold you, <br />but you were so near yet so far. <br />The impossible dream <br />that could never be. <br />The hurt in your eyes, <br />so evident to see. <br />Maybe one day <br />when the hurt goes away, <br />there maybe a chance. <br />We just have to wait and see, <br />and then you may not be <br />inches away from my fingertips.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/inches-away/
