to you whom i hold near —
you've yet to receive my heart
each beat is ridden with your name
writhing, bursting in pain
that is to be without your gaze
though you have mine in all your days

to you whom i hold high —
do you feel the breeze i've yet to feel?
how does it feel to be loved for nought,
but for and from all i've got?
you float, but i keep the line taut
allow me this — to fly, you cannot