love.

just out of reach.

you see it from across the room,

across the lake,

down the train.

but just out of reach.

and you never see that love again.

but here comes another one!

the opportunity passing on the street,

in the airport,

or on the beach.

but then it’s gone again.

just out of reach.

there’s another one!

and this time it stays around for a while.

hanging around just long enough to wonder,

‘is this it?’

‘is this finally the one?’

but it just slips through your fingers.

like rhe breeze on a cold night.

just out of reach.