When the woman in your dreams is sitting to your right. Looking as beautiful as she EVER has. But she’s in a glass case. You can’t touch. You’re sharing wonderful moments in time. Only you’re just sharing them but not SHARING them. Maybe she would’ve held my hand. But what’s that mean? The LOVE is in MY heart. Hers no longer. So thus, I torture myself to no end. So goes my life. One day LOVE will be mine. So I’ll appreciate the piece(s) of time we shared for what it was instead of what it wasn’t. Cuz it sure was beautiful.