Chasing the wind

Alone I am with my torments,
My thoughts
Assessing the destinations of my heart
Despite her words , I still find myself chasing " us "
waves upon waves  of effort
In the form of creative ways of showing my affection
Yet futile,
For as desperately as I try to gain on her preoccupied heart,
The distance
It stays the same
no matter the effort ,
Miles and miles , or just a mere arms length,
Still just out of my reach,
Like that star at the end if the universe
Or that butterfly just beyond the the tips of my fingers
She always seems to be just far enough away
To keep an " us " from forming
For some time now
seemingly forever ....just over the horizon
Or just past  the trees
That hope filled ray of sunshine ,
Just beyond the clouds
Always just far enough away.
For me to finally realize
I am perpetually,
simply just
Chasing  after the wind ......