the pain that is longing for you knowing you are out of reach i am out of sync one beat too slow to ever catch up to you the salt in the wound of knowing you is loving you too **** much because who could not once they have a view into the concrete barriers you put up that are really just a mere half inch thick and inside is a glass gallery that carries the essence that is you. but a thing this pretty is too far out of reach for me and though i feel the air leave my lungs iād rather lag a step behind then go down another path and wonder which street you end up on.