What was warranted couldn't  be more out of
lingering fingers reach, but vainly was the goal
still paused upon. Teased with the view of what
each had wanted but denied.

But stagnant were there en-devours for but a centimetre,
a vastness that  could not be gauged by touch,
yet palms were placed untouched by the other.
An innuendo of what could be but never attained.

Their love was undeniable but there reality was a
vacant space in their hearts. They sat back to back
against this immovable obstacle, mourning the
need to be within the grasp of another.

No tears were ever shown to the other in solace,
they fell like monsoons on the bare floor.
All emotions were departed from the clouds of white
that blinked upon, time then stopped.

They never gave up on the motions that stirred within
and even thought time is finite and what was unforgiving
in their needing was no longer. But time is no friend of
love, and bones were all that was evidence of what once was.

Gazing with empty sockets eternally gazing onto the other,
but where that which had kept them apart had now parted.
Hands of white now clasped within each others touching,
for an eternity for an eternity.

Where in the echoes of the past which could not be obtained
were now holding on in death. Vacant puddles stare into
each other and where there was two singular now they are
silently holding onto each others memory.