What shame it is
To long for a touch that might never be felt
a gaze which may never be shared
breaths that might never mingle from lovers about to kiss
what time is wasted on such thoughts
wondering what unspoken words were never uttered
dreaming about the passionate embraces that could have been
but how irresistible such daydreams can be
the passion dreams
the hopes
the haunted wonderings
what could have been
if.
