There’s a magic that brings a world
hundreds of miles away
behind a pane of glass

In this glass,
I see her.
her adorable face,
her gorgeous eyes,
her irresistible lips,
her graceful hands,
feels so close
yet so out of reach.

Soon, through a different kind of magic,
I’ll be with her, without the magical glass.

with a bit of alcohol messing with my mind,
love flutters in this heart of mine.
at the other side of the phone's screen,
is someone I wish to be mine.

It’s been seven months,
and I have stood before the door of death,
cursing the heavens for I thought that
I could not bear life without her.

I wallowed in the pit of despair,
with every fragment of my being filled
with rage and sorrow,
I longed for the heaven I felt in her comfort.

I now realised that I was wrong.
I now know that I cannot love her into loving me and that to grieve her loss hurts me less
than to stay in this damnation of despair.

As the dawn breaks,
I can finally lift my pen once more
to write a new future
with a peaceful heart.