Fingertips

It's as though we're slipping apart after
All the years as one,
And though you've always been there,
I can't help but feel that
We're just a step too far apart for
Our fingertips to touch now.


I realize this only when your voice
Slices the air, telling me that I've changed.


My eyes narrow, but I
Don't have the voice to tell you
That you're the one that has changed;
I can't bear to hurt you.


I fear that I'm out of breath,
And I can't run to keep up with you anymore,
I give in to the chord around my neck,
As you did long ago,
And I let them pull me one way,
As you are dragged in the other.


I reach my arm out, and you copy me,
And for a fleeting moment our fingertips brush
Before our will gives and
We are dragged backwards again.


I drop my head in bitter defeat and allow
A silent tear to cascade down my cheek,
And I wish that the people we once were
Would have had a chance to say goodbye,
Before the strings tightened around our necks.


I can't help but feel that
We're just a step too far apart for
Our fingertips to touch now.

Author's Note

Sigh. You should know who you are.

Reviews

[Jenny Ge]

I reach my arm out, and you copy me,
And for a fleeting moment our fingertips brush

I really liked that line. It has a soft and shivery feeling to it. I'm not sure if that's the right way to put it.
You've written about something that many people can relate to. It's frustrating to try and catch something out of your reach.

Well written. Good job!