Away

She was away
In every sense
We never met
Or spoke
Or even smiled

But there was
Something
Only I felt
I'd like to believe that

If she had felt
And hadn't held my hand
I'd feel less important

I walked as if
I didn't see
I acted as if
There weren't we

But every cell
Called for her
My being
Slowed for her

"I'm not that bad"
I lied
I even tried
To call her
In my head

But she was
Away
In every sense

Sentences
Of her beauty
Kept fighting
My inner self
Defending itself
From the hurt
From not being
Able to get her

Forget her
Said my head
And then our eyes met
I was a fresh lover
Since then.