You and I both know we could

Have stolen a kiss tonight…

But it wasn’t to be

 

My heart sighs with all these goodbyes

The absence is real and it

Hurts inside

 

Yet I must endeavour

To carry on

I desire to be more intimate

And yet, somehow, it seems wrong

 

It is never the right time,

Nor the right place.

Never the right reason,

Never the right face.

 

And so intimacy is wasted

On those who least know it,

Whilst the lonely ones lie despairingly,

Aching to show it.