Beside the fleeting moment of a memory,
 I learn not to squeeze in a thought
 And yet… 
I trace the edges of a heart held dream… 
The shape of a kindness distant now…
 The outline of hands I shall never hold… 
The thrill of a smile I shall never smile against… 
The sparkle of eyes that shall never hold mine… 
The whisper of a secret grief that was hidden never to be shared…. 
The wind against your skin that shall never know mine… 
The me destined not to be yours… 
The barriers that stopped 
what would never cease beyond the grave… 
The dust that I shall wear
 across eyes that learnt to hide 
The visibility of a thought 
so that it wears
 the face of a memory 
The way I push away far
 Whatz close to the heart forever