yabs

(this is the the incomplete version for V.L. as requested)

This gap in communication
Drives me crazy

To hold her hand
But fail to say what needs to be said
Is a curse that none can bear

Two different worlds
Two different  sides
That converge into one place

My senses betray me
And my better judgment fails me

Here we are with stolen moments
Of hidden looks
Of secrets that we keep

I fear tomorrow
For it all ends
On the day you're set to leave

Before you go I will be there
At least for one last time

To tell you things...
The real things I feel
So genuinely meant

...Incomplete...