Does it make any sense,

how you are so far away.
Why are you here in front of me, when I can’t reach out to touch you.
you are so painfully real, I wish I just made you up.
Aren’t there plenty of things between us? So many, I couldn’t even count

the time. the minutes, the days, the ages.

All those adventures I haven’t accompanied you on.
All those problems you solved with someone else.
All those stories you haven’t shared with me.
All that warmth you are radiating with but I’ll never feel.

Why is there the deepest gap I can’t jump over.

I’m trying to build a bridge every night in my sleep.
The abyss doesn’t let me through, there is no other side I’m trying to reach.
Nothing I could grasp and hang onto, nothing I could ever imagine to see.
Just me, looking into the darkness standing on the edge of a broken dream,
feeling tremendous hope, scorched by the fire of excitement.

I’ll never understand what that look in your eyes means.
Those questioning blues, feeling them hit me right where it’s best.
Unknowingly, uncaringly you don’t see it,
how it hurts me, all that hope I have for us.

Because we two don’t exist together.